[h2][center][color=00aeef]Alexander[/color][/center][/h2]

Alex woke up face down in his pillow, drooling. His head hurt like hell and his mouth had a not-so-unpleasant grape taste left in it, and his lower half felt sore. What happened? Wait... why was he naked? He tried to recount his memories. 

Well, April and Darric got killed, and then got killed again, so there was that. Afterwards, he and his compadres made camp outside the city. Well, that is until Alex overheard talk of a beach from a random trooper. He decided to break off from the group and head there. Shouldn't be to hard to find, besides, camp is just outside. What's the worst that could happen?

The beach wasn't to hard to find. He asked around and eventually found his way there. It was... fairly busy looking. Lots of people, even a couple of troopers washing up. Guess they were here for the... attractions. Alex went to the water and began to wash his clothes. His shirt had a few dirt and grass marks, but they came out easily enough. He was about to talk to some of the troopers about camp or something, when a tap on the shoulder grabbed his attention. A young woman, no older than him, and what were likely her two friends stood by her. They said that they were thankful for what he had done, and offered him a drink, and asked for his story.

Taking the drink, he decided to do just that. The grape flavored drink was nice, and the girls seemed to have a legitimate interest in what he had to say. Then everything went dark. He remembered being led... somewhere, being thrown down, and then... that's it.

He looked around his room. It was just a wooden cube with a bed and an end table. And... are those shackles on the bed frame? Uh oh. He looked around for his clothes. Luckily they had been neatly folded beside the bed. Throwing them on, he ran outside. Well, he was still in town, so there was that. He looked towards the sun. It was starting to set. He needed to get back to camp.

Luckily, seeing as they were right outside the city, it wasn't a long walk, but it was certainly more difficult than he imagined. His legs were like jelly, and the soreness didn't help either. Once he finally got to camp, he plopped down and laid back. If he was a drinker, right about now is when he'd reach for the song stuff. But for now, he'd just lay here, and try to recover.