[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 (G6 -> G7)
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander quietly nodded as Manny went on to give his educated guess on Thalia's condition and prospects, limping his way over from the fireplace he'd been almost standing in for no apparent reason and over to the window just beside the front door. Lucky? That was as relative a term as an "accomplished mission" had been. Lucky for who, and how? Alexander knew how much pain it was getting your limb taken off, and would have preffered Thalia not experiencing the maddening pain it involved. But he also knew that they needed her more than ever, and having a lost hand was less of a handicap than his own...Poor girl. 

Looking out the window Alexander could see what one could expect of the kind of weather which had forced them inside; flying debris and God's small wonders of nature, like rocks and twigs amongst other stuff, all blowing in the wind like Bob Dylan himself had turned into one of the four winds of the world. But as far as he could see there were no walkers out there, for now. That was good. 

[color=662d91]"Navy will be fine. She knows how to look after herself, she'll be back eventually..."[/color] The old veteran threw back to Manny, not looking away from the window as his words became whispers to himself; [color=662d91]"...I hope..."[/color] But then he heard the voice of the fourth person left in the house, and a smile found itself placed on Mugsy's face, albeit a pained one. [color=662d91]"Thank God, thought we'd lost you there Angel. Do you need something for the pain?"[/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: D11 -> C10
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color]Survival[/center][hr][hr]

[color=#B8860B]"That can't be good...can it?"[/color] Nigel asked Robert with a sizeable portion of uncertainty at the fact that the nut known as Wayne had stopped singing. Was it really a bad thing, or not? Nigel didn't know, but Robert certainly appeared to think so with his concerned statement. Regardless this was not - for all Nigel "Hadrian" knew, he didn't know that many drugged people back in the old world - this was not normal for someone high as the top of Mount Vesuvius, so he started jogging. [color=#B8860B]"Let's check it out."[/color]

The Neo-Roman Sporticus quickened his pace up the road as he came up to where Hank was standing, looking ahead at...no, it couldn't be. Another one? [color=#B8860B]"I don't believe it. Seriously?"[/color] Nigel muttered audibly to himself, as befuddled as Hank had been. It was like all the main characters of a Greek play were meeting before an Oracle, awaiting the predictions of their future. But the more crucial concern wasn't the woman now approaching them. 

No, that would be the small horde, and Wayne leading them right their way. 

[color=#B8860B]"Why are these things never easy? Does Wayne really have a death wish? Because I'm starting to think that he does."[/color] Nigel questioned Hank as he pulled off the shield from his back again and readied his gladius. This was starting to look less and less like the Battle of Alesia and more like the Battle of the Teutoburg Forest.