[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=fff79a]Robert Weldon[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.csfd.cz/files/images/film/photos/000/140/140426_f7b854.jpg[/img][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Okefenokee: E16, Empty Road heading West
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A[/center][hr]

It had been years since the world collapsed. Darkness ensued, and death overwhelmed. Survivors took to the countryside, moving down south in hopes of finding a state clear of disease. Unfortunately, the virus had spread worldwide and there was nothing stopping it. In the first couple of years Robert moved through Georgia in hopes of finding his wife. He traveled from military base to military expecting to discover records of her existence. Sadly, he was not blessed with the information he was searching for. Instead, he was put in the path of other survivors seeking aid. He helped those he could, giving them food, supplies and wisdom – advice on how to survive the new world and remain faithful. He understood that his approach was not optimal in the eyes of others, but his faith was not affected by the circumstances present. Rather, it grew stronger as the days passed and his connection with God appeared unbreakable. 

In present day, Robert continues his journey find to Laiyla Weldon. Yet he is not concerned for her safety as he is sure God will take care of her and bring them together when it was time. Now, Robert finds himself walking the empty rubble road in the swamps of Southern Georgia. He is heading to a United States Air Force base north of Bemmiss. Surrounding him are trees covered in pollen, shaving away under the beaming sun. A large body of water lays to his right, about a quarter mile ahead and a seemingly unspoiled building to his left. He walks at a steady pace, holding his insulated container on his right hand and his backpack’s strap on the other. Slowly making his way forward, moans erupted from the mucky waters. As he gained ground he could see the tattered bodies of unfortunates attempting to make it to dry land. Their movements appeared slow, possibly the lack of balance on muddy terrain. 

Upon having the walkers directly to his right wing, he stopped and observed. Bowing his head in respect, he gave a small prayer for the dead – hoping their souls were now at rest. He undid the lid to his canister and took a sip of his natural water. At exactly that moment his reflexes spikes when he heard a faint noise coming from the building that faced the waters. His eyes took form when he spotted the figure of a large man start moving towards the road he was on. Robert squinted and hurried his step, quickly closing his water container and moving towards the man. “[color=fff79a]Excuse me![/color]” he called out, unsure what reaction he would face and the kind of man the shielded warrior was. 

With hands raised – a universal symbol of surrender/peace – he moved a bit closer and into ‘inside voice’ proximity. “[color=fff79a]My name is Robert, I don’t want any trouble now, I just want to ask you a few question. I hope that’s okay?[/color]” Slowly Robert put down his backpack and water canister on the ground. He wanted to ease into this conversation with passiveness and tranquility. Hopefully the man did not have any objections. "[color=fff79a]I'm simply looking for my wife, her name is Laiyla Weldon, she's 5'6, weighs maybe 140 pounds, but don't tell her I said that. She's black, just like me. She wears a cross, ummm..... one of the normal ones, the ones in fashion you know? Gold one. Gold chain and all. Have you seen her? Your group maybe?[/color]"