[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1] [img]https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9KcoJWQD6-Y/UuaI_GgT5OI/AAAAAAAAHK4/QkwHggLw11s/s800/kills1.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Quincy : Inside house (G6) [color=662d91]Skills: [/color]Navigation[/center][hr][hr] [color=662d91]"What?"[/color] Alexander said up to Manny, who was now standing in the middle of the room after helping him inside. His old bum -don't anyone else dare say it though. Alexander could still kick your sorry, young ass if he really wanted to) - was happy to have the closest thing to a comfy couch in a sweet-ass long time. He had started going through his various pockets, just checking that most of HIS stuff was still with him. From out of his pockets he pulled up a hammer and an worn-out map of Florida, which he put to his left side of the dusty couch. The compass he pulled out, looked at for a moment and put on the Florida-map. But he had been eyeing the bottle of Oxycontin the longest; he had already used a good portion of it so far to cope with the pain, but now? If he took all of 'em, maybe he would just fall asleep forever? He'd seen it before with soldiers not coping with the pressure. Maybe… But Alexander looked up at Manny and put the bottle back in his pocket when he was spoken to, not having payed attention for a little while. Apparently Manny had once lived not too far from where they were now. [color=662d91]"No kidding?"[/color] he said with a surprised smile. [color=662d91]"If I didn't know better, maybe a detour to your place could be possible? Any idea of what you had there?"[/color] Alexander continued, but the smile faded away slowly as he realized that was years ago. Besides they didn't have a car. [color=662d91]"Well you're one hell of a dentist, that's for sure, Manny. And that's funny, 'cause I used to hate them."[/color] That much was true. Alexander looked down at the folded map on his left, wondering how far it was to where his boat had been anchored up so many years. Who knew if it was still there, or if there were still any survivors out on that island he left so many years ago? Maybe Manny knew about it? He was about to ask, but the thoughts reminded him too much about…about Her, so he shut them down and rubbed his hand over his mouth, as if to silence himself. [color=662d91]"You figure how long we'll have to stay in here? Or how long we can?"[/color] Alexander instead asked Manny, leaning back on the couch and breathing out. Dusty still, the ol' timer tried not to breath in that too much, though he started coughing a little. At least it was comfortable. Alexander took up the worn-out map, the compass placed on it as he rested both on his lap, and started looking it over. Always good to know where they were now and would be going. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1] [img]http://49.media.tumblr.com/2233d1385a7f8c773323c123f59d5fc0/tumblr_n41bplCUuv1rzk9fdo1_250.gif[/img][/center] [hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b] Okefenokee: E14 (Once more, into the breach!) [color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color]Sword fighting, Shield fighting, Close-quarter combat[/center][hr][hr] Those two guys were in an incredibly intrecate way, like Greek metaphysics, be able to both take the piss out of both Robert and Nigel "Hadrian", and at the same time manage to fight against the undead as capable fighters. Nigel wasn't sure what to think, but he wasn't liking how Hank and Wayne were talking so much chit-chat while in combat. Yes sure Nigel could be seen as "dressing up as Spartacus from the movie", but he was at least taking the whole "Fighting for his life"-part a little more serious. At least in his opinion. Nigel "Hadrian" had taken out one of the walkers, and maybe given Wayne that little breather for him to start shooting at them. That could have been a good solution to their problems, hadn't it been for "Hadrian" disliking the prospect of using guns when there were a horde nearby; They could it hear! But after having talked to no-one like the mad-man he was, Wayne had managed to gun down two walkers to his sides like he was in a gangster-movie - and not the ones "Hadrian" enjoyed either. PB and J? He didn't get the reference. But he did get to continue his fighting though. A walker was approaching Nigel quickly, arms stretched out in search for prey to feast its soggy and rotten face on. Nigel was the closest one, but he wasn't ready to let the Undead feast on him like a Dionysosian festival. As it got close to him, "Hadrian" push forth his shield for it to inevitably grab onto and started pushing the walker from side to side. Old tactic, but it worked. [color=#B8860B]"This would have been much easier if…"[/color] "Hadrian" started declaring loudly to the others, mostly Wayne and Hank who'd grinded his gears most that morning. The walker latched onto his shield started losing its balance quickly, giving him the oppertunity to push it to the ground. Excellent, just as planned. "Hadrian" quickly stepped over the proned walker and stabbed the sword through its sorry, rotten head, ending its undead life and bringing it back to where it belonged. [color=#B8860B]"…if you two talked less down on strangers…"[/color] Nigel turned around to see Hank with a walker with him, damaged at the knee and arm but still a threat. Strangers or not, this was the time to act. With a swift and presice motion, "Hadrian" lifted his sword-arm up behind his head and took careful, yet quick aim towards the shovel-wielding grump. The steel gladius was released from the Roman's arm, spinning through the air as it moved with calcuated beauty of Roman discipline towards its target. And with an audible stab and heavy thud, the sword planted itself into the motionless head of Hank's walker, now lying dead on the ground. Nigel hurried to where his sword was implanted in the head and ground, pulled it out and looked straight at Hank. [color=#B8860B]"…and listened to us. Come on, your friend needs more help."[/color]