[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b]Eden: End of hallway, door leading to Fitness Center
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]Pistol, Suppression Tactics[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander was very much aware of where the gunshot had come from, who had fired it and at who. It wasn't difficult when he was standing right in front of the door that lead to the Fitness Center where the Edenites where coming. Pushing the door open from their side, Alexander saw the Edenite lying dead on the floor, shot by one of their own. Those Edenwipes were crazy after all, weren't they? The old Vet was ready to not just make them crazy, but dead crazy. 

[color=662d91]"We got company!"[/color] Alexander shouted down the hallway for the others to hear, before entering the line of fire in the doorway. He really wished he had an M16 right then and there, much easier to lay down supressive fire with an automatic weapon than just a pistol, but it would have to work. He aimed at the closest cluster of Edenwipes that were approaching and opened fire, five or six rounds flying from the barrel. All he managed to see was the one closest down to them dropping to the ground, hopefully dead, before taking cover again.

Alexander pushed his back agains the wall beside the door, breathing quickly after what could have been a mess. But he was alive, his only injuries caused by a damn gun exploding. If it was luck, it was bittersweet. Every engagement he came out unscaved was one closer to him coming out dead. And part of him wasn't ready for that. [color=662d91]"Be careful. Still more charlie out there."[/color] The old vet said to the old doctor, getting ready for more slaughter to ensue. 

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[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b]Okefenokee: E16, inside main building, heading west to the road
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color]Survival, Scouting[/center][hr][hr]

What normally couldn't be classified as a comfortable abode in the middle of a Georgian swamp, had been more than enough for Nigel when he needed some shelter from the undead horde following him. The swamp had been an idea of impulse, but when he saw that the large group of Walkers were bogged down in the swampy terrain behind him, he wasn't complaining. He didn't applaude it or bring out the confetti either, but he was alive. That's what mattered.

It didn't take long for Nigel to pick up the noise coming from the outside however, the same noise that had followed him through the swamp earlier. He hadn't been inside the building for very long resting, but when he saw the Walkers just north of his position, he knew he wasn't getting any more of it. Nigel, moving to the west side of the building and peaking out the window, scouted for more of them. The road going west was, thankfully, empty. That meant it was time to move. 

Nigel didn't waste any time pulling his boots back on his somewhat rested feet. The rest of his gear he had worn during the rest, so that wasn't an issue. Being ready to leave at a moments notice was the difference between life and death, usually the latter. And when Nigel had mentally checked that all his equipment was where it should be, he wasn't staying there anymore. [color=#B8860B]"Alea iacta est."[/color] the man who had time and time again been mistaken for a real Roman soldier said to himself. Armed with his sword Nigel started making his way out of the house on the western side and towards the road. Like he said, the die was cast.