[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Quincy : Inside house (D7) 
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Whatever it had been a few moments earlier, it was certainly a true mess right then. It been brutal, good ol' combat surgery, quick and efficient. He'd seen it before, but the flashback had pulled the worst of it back as the tears running down Aleander's face were slow to cease. But he had to, there wasn't any time for weeping. Partly because she was, as far as he knew and prayed, still alive and safe the infection. Hopefully. Hope, such an easy word that was all they had those days. 

Alexander looked at Thana as she started giving orders again, thankful that she was taking charge of the situation and giving it some sense of direction. Manny was to keep Thalia Alive, Alexander keep a watch over them and Bea making sure they didn't do anything stupid. [color=662d91]"Yes, ma'am."[/color] Alexander said direct and briefly to Thana, almost throwing his hand up in a salute but stopping it once his balance started to falther. 

With Thana handing command over to Beatrice and having left the house, Alexander remained at the counter and leaned against it, looking at each person still left with him. They were a rag-tag team of survivors, unlikely to end up together. But they were one hell of a group, and they had survived so far. And Alexander were glad to be with them. [color=662d91]"Understood, Bea. I'm not that hungry either way..."[/color] he said to her, before turning to Manny. [color=662d91]"How long you reckon she'll be out?"[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b] Okefenokee: E13 -> D12
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color]Scouting, Survival[/center][hr][hr]

Nigel couldn't help but feel the slightest pull of his smile as Robert threw a joke his way, however small it was. It had been a cheesy comment, and even for a complete stranger it was nice to see some positive attiude for once. Who knew, maybe in the end it would all turn out well in the end? "Hadrian" hoped for that, he and his optimistic disposition from before the Apocalypse, but his hardened shell kept a laugh or chuckle at an arm's lenght. 

With Wayne far off doing his Queen-act and Hank a little further behind him, Robert and Nigel stuck together as they walked up the road at a decent pace. [color=#B8860B]"That's a very noble take on it, Robert, I'll give you that. I'm just worried, and have seen it too many times myself, that helping others ends up with them getting the whole deal, while the helpers end up being thrown into the lion's pit. Sometimes people take advantage of others."[/color] Nigel said back to Robert, understanding his line of thinking, but knowing all too well how many people ended up helping the wrong people. It gave him a bad taste in his mouth, or was it a knot in his throat? [color=#B8860B]"But I hope helping them helps us, like you said. You might surprise."[/color]

As the pair kept walking, Nigel started to look around their surrounding. One could never be too careful, let your guard down and all that. Nigel "Hadrian" turned his head around, looking from side to side and scanning each bush or thing that could mean danger. But as he looked, the nagging knot in his throat stuck. Or did...did it grow bigger? Robert then asked him almost the same question Hank had asked him earlier, and for that matter many before him, but in a much more civilized manner; why did he prefer his Roman gear? At least he asked in a polite way. 

[color=#B8860B]"It's a long story, Robert."[/color] Nigel started, turning his head back from his scouting to face Robert, trying to swallow the knot before answering. [color=#B8860B]"But short version of it is that it worked before, and has worked so far. Sword and shiels work well against the Undead."[/color] The knot refused to go down into his stomach, and instead threw itself upwards and out his mouth before he could stop it. [color=#B8860B]"I was at a fair when this happened, and there were..."[/color] Nigel said before the knot realized itself from its captivity like a Phonician slave running for his life. [color=#B8860B]"NO VISIGOTHS IN SIGHT!"[/color] He shouted from the top of his lungs straight into Robert's face, clearly shocked at what he had just done as his left hand instantly covered his mouth to keep any more words in. Nigel looked around, even up in the sky as if someone up there in the Panthenon had made him do this, before looking back at Robert. 

He was speechless, and it was showing.