[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: E14
[b]Skills:[/b] Stick Fighting[/center][hr]

The fall took Robert by surprise. The soldier, along with all of his possessions dropped directly in Robert's path - forcing an unnatural reaction. Unfortunately, swiftness was not one of Robert's acquired skills. The older man attempted to jump over Hadrian as he fell, but his knees were NOT the same as they were 20 years ago. One of Robert's boots caught Hadrian's attire, forcing the man forward as though someone had pushed him from behind. Stumbling, Robert moved his feet rapidly - forcing them to catch up with his pivoting shoulders. It was as though the dirt beneath him had a gravitational pull on his big head. His hands juggled his wooden dowel, attempting to catch it in mid-air - regrettably, he'd never played football or any other sport that involved catching, so the task appeared impossible. 

The stooge didn't last long as the lone walker, now nicknamed Splitty, decided to be the hurdle in Robert's lane. A second before impact, Robert managed to grip his weapon momentarily and thrust his dowel through Splitty's eye. The weight of the crash was Robert's return to balance, stopping and regaining his footing upon meeting the unmovable force. However, the day's unpleasantness was just beginning as Splitty split at the waste. The impact had shoved Splitty's upper body backwards. Guts and insides spilling all over Robert's boots. Robert looked down to notice he had stepped on Splitty's toes, holding the dead legs in place as the the remainder of the body tumbled to the ground and emitted a putrid smell. 

Robert sighed and bowed his head, shaking it left and right as he doubted the realization that all that had really happened. He looked back at Hadrian with that same facial expression. "[color=fff79a]Hmm,[/color]" he muttered in disbelief as he stepped off of Splitty's feet, allowing the reunion of the walker's body. Robert scratched the back of his head questioning the reality of the situation - it all seemed too foolish to have really occurred, but then again the dead were walking. He shook his head again and removed his dowel from Splitty's motionless skull. Returning to Hadrian's side, he extended his hand to help the man back up. "[color=fff79a]C'mon, before we lose them or ourselves,[/color]" he joked, still not accepting the events that just unfolded or simply being embarrassed by their performance. 

Managing to finally get all Hadrian's belonging back in his bag, Robert took to the trail once again. He heard the uproar of moans coming from the waters -  a clear message that the dead were eager to eat. He then heard the voices that came from the truck at eyesight, seeing two moving silhouettes, but unable to put a face on either. Robert hurried forward - again going against Hadrian's desire for caution. "[color=fff79a]Hey mister! Need a hand?! We got four![/color]" Robert called out, attempting to get the attention of what he most definitely believed to be a man. "[color=fff79a]I've got food.[/color]"