[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Quincy : E9 (Front porch)
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]None[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander limped with the little remaining strength in his body the last distance to the home-looking porch, though it could have been a palace or even the softest couch in the whole of Chicago's best furniture store for that matter. It was a place to sit down and take a breather, which was more than Mugsy could have asked for those days. It hadn't been easy down to Florida that last year, and even less so with his leg sawn off because of that damned bear-trap. Hadn't it been for Manny and the walking stick they found, Alexander would have...

The old veteran didn't want to think about it. Right then and there he wanted to sit down. Alexander leaned on his walking stick and limped over to the wall of the house, leaning against it as he slid down and could finally rest his grunt ass on the floor. [color=662d91]"Thanks, Manny."[/color] Alexander looked up at the man he had just a year ago threathened to shove a certain weapon up a certain part of his body. But now their medic was a friend, and a dearly needed one. 

Alexander lifted up his left arm in front of him, watching the rosary wrapped around his wrist rattle with the movement before holding it in his hand and fiddling with it. After the loss of the pictures, this was the only thing from his old life, his normal life that he had left. The only link to his dearest One, but now...only a memory fading away. Alexander closed his eyes and kissed the rosary, taking the moment to pray, but more to just breath and rest his foot. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b] Okefenokee: E14
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color]Survival, Stealth, Scouting[/center][hr][hr]

Hadrian was not sure what to think of the sight in front of him; it was either rather greekly comical, or damn impressive. In quick succession Robert had gone from falling over Hadrian's clothing to taking the walker with his lone stick, seemingly with the help of Fortuna herself. Okay, perhaps it was a good mix of the two, since anyone still living four or five years after Jupiter decided to cleanse the Earth had to be of a certain quality. Hadrian looked up at Robert and accepted his helping hand, getting back up on his feet. [color=#B8860B]"Tibi gratias ago, sequens Scriptura."[/color]* 

With his belongings gathered up in his satchels, the next order of battle would be to scout out the incoming truck on the road. But that plan was quickly crucified the moment Robert made their presence known, loudly declaring 'their' desire to help him and their posession of food. Great, now they knew they were both only two AND worth robbing. [color=#B8860B]"Adiuva nos Deus..."[/color]** Hadrian sighed, before gripping his gladius tight in his hand and following Robert. [color=#B8860B]"Fine…might as well get this over with."[/color]

The point about having a certian quality in order to survive Hadrian doubted for a moment, seeing the man exiting the now immobile truck in a rather peculiar way. The way of which he spoke to Robert and Hadrian, followed by a manic waving and chase of what he only presumed could be an invisible butterfly, made Hadrian make certain connections between the late Roman emperor Caligula and their man. Hadrian leaned over to Robert and whispered to him. [color=#B8860B]"Be careful. He might be a little unstable, but that just makes them more dangerous."[/color] With that said, the Roman reenactor took a quick look around, anticipating the arrival of a horde worse than Attila ruining what was a meeting of survivors. But the look didn't give any results, only woods, dirt roads and the 'glitterfuck'-chasing man in front of them in sight. Hadrian then turned to the madman, pointing his gladius down to the ground and his hand up in a sign of peaceful greeting. 

[color=#B8860B]"Hey, sorry to interrupt...whatever you're doing, but if you can't hear it, there's a large number of Undead just in those woods. If you want to live, I'd suggest getting out of here as quick as possible."[/color]

[Hider=Translations]*"Thank you, follower of the Scripture."
**"God help us…"[/hider]