[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 (G7 -> C10 -> G7)
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]N/A[/center][hr][hr]

At least she wasn't screaming at the top of her lungs after something to take the pain away, which was good. Meant the pain was bareable. Bad, but bareable. Stabilizing himself on his cane as he pushed himself from the window he had kept watch over, Alexander slowly started to limp over to the table with Thalia. Thud. Thump. Thud. Thump. Was he ever going to get used to the sound of only one foot against the floor, supported by a simple stick of wood? It didn't help that his palms were sweaty, all of him was sweaty. Who knew how hot it was inside of the house. 80? 90? 100? Being in the jungle for three years was one thing, but this was seriously not good for Alexander's knees. Opening a window wasn't an option either, not with the wind and the talk of barricading going on.

But at least Thalia was alive. That was what mattered.

Alexander looked at Beatrice as she said he could cook up some O's for Thalia, but didn't say anything as Thalia shot back at her that she didn't want them. Seriously? Alexander, even for the old man liking those girls, they really should stop with the O's. But something else? [color=662d91]"Yeah sure, I can do that. Didn't Navy find any cans of food before she left?"[/color] Alexander said out to the group in generel as he reached the table, leaning on the table as he started fishing through his pockets, looking at Manny. [color=662d91]"You're a good doctor, Manny, but you should write down a list."[/color] Up from a pocket Alexander pulled out a medicine bottle and put in on the table with Thalia. [color=662d91]"I'm fine for now, so take what is needed."[/color] Alexander said to both of them, though giving Thalia a strained smile at the sight of her. [color=662d91]"I'll go check what's in the kitchen, just need to take another look."[/color] A part of him wanted to put a hand on Thalia's shoulder, give her some form of comfort, but he couldn't. Now now. 

The one-legged veteran limped his way back to the window he'd looked out of, leaning his sweaty shoulder into the window pane as he tried to find a comfortable position. Looking out of the window more closely, he started noticing something. Not any NVA as you'd expect, opening fire with Ak's and RPK's, but the debris. Wiping away some of the drops of sweat from his face, Alex turned back to the rest of the Eden Team. [color=662d91]"Hey, looks like the wind is slowing down a little out there. Maybe it'll die down soon? Wouldn't mind getting some fresh air in."[/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: C10 - C9
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color]Scouting, Survival[/center][hr][hr]

The gentle breeze that blew down the road and past the rag tag group of survivors could have been, for lack of better words, a breath of fresh air in the nearly liquid stale air that surrounded them all. But there was no cooling down the situation right then, not way at all it would seem. Wayne was opening fire at the little army of Undead, marching duly to the Drums of the Endtimes and straight towards them, all the while people were trying to decide what to do. Robert had just told Nigel to go forth while he took care of the girl. Nigel gave him in due turn a stern look, as if saying to him; "Seriously, this again?" He was going in while he stayed back and either prayed or played a good samaritan? [color=#B8860B]"...Non litiges cum stultus."[/color]

Nigel looked to the newly-arrived lady and asked the question nobody had apparently bothered to ask until now; [color=#B8860B]"Are you hurt, ma'am?"[/color] But he didn't wait long for an answer, continuing after Hank in the swealtering heat that could have made that place the salted remains of Carthage and looking at the treelines on each side of the road. With all that sound from them talking, and Wayne talking to himself and shooting, "Hadrian" was certain that there would be walkers crawling onto the road from the sides. But in what felt like a clearer state of mind, he managed to interpret the sight of trees and any lack of Visigothic warriors as a good thing; He wasn't going all Koalemos for once! 

That left their priority in the front. Wayne. Nigel continued forward, gladius and scotum in hands and ready for a fight, as he came closer and closer to Wayne. So far he was getting mauled, but for how long? And were they going to help him? Was that the best course of action? Just leaving them was always an option; an harsh option, but still an option, right? Then again, that was the way there were headed.