[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 -> B6)
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]N/A[/center][hr][hr]

As much as he wanted a breath of fresh air crashing through those windows, just something to make the interiour of the house liveable without the risk of being boiled like an egg, Alexander had to agree with Beatrice's judgement. Better safe than sorry, or better sweaty than sorry in their case. And safe they needed to be right then, as Thalia scooped up the painkillers and, after some difficulty, got a couple of pills out while thanking him. Alex shot her a short smile as he decided to actually start searching for those supposed cans of food in the kitchen. Thalia probably needed that substinance after the operation, if it could be called that. [color=662d91]"Considering what you've just been through, perhaps I am? Don't mention it, Angel."[/color]

Where to start though? Alexander looked at the various cabinets and drawers of the kitchen, unsure of where to start looking. And besides the by now legendary cans of food, what else was he looking for? In the stiffling Florida-heat, they desperately needed water as well. Loads of it. Might as well start low and go up then. Alexander leaned his cane against one of the counters and slowly lowered himself down on the floor. The first cabinet was dissappointing, but as he started searching underneath the sink, he found it. [color=662d91]"Well I'll be...I found water, lots of water!"[/color] Mugsy called out to the others, pulling out a 24-pack of bottle water with his G.I. strength out onto the floor. So far, so good. 

Alexander continued the search through various other cabinets, but nothing compared to what he found next. Neatly hidded behind one of the bracers, he found what appeared to be at first an ordninary mug, nothing fancy. But as he pulled it out to just give it a casual look, an odd expression came upon his face. He really wasn't sure what to feel. It was a normal coffee mug, but printed on it in big, black text was; [color=662d91]"...You're lucky I only have one foot or..."[/color] Mugsy read out loud, his eyes now seeing the stickfigure in the middle with only one leg, before the text continued. [color=662d91]"...I'd be kicking your ass right now."[/color] Alexander couldn't help but chuckle a bit at he absurdity, but it was as if it was meant for him all along. [color=662d91]"I guess you're mine now, little fella."[/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: C9 -> C8
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color]Sword fighting, Shield fighting, Survival[/center][hr][hr]

With the confirmation that the new lady was okay, Nigel kept up the pace forward in order to reach the small horde before Wayne did something stupid to hurt himself. Well that last part was probably very much overdue, but helping him was at least partially beneficial for Nigel too. Leaving their rear to Robert and the stranger, Nigel stepped to the side of the road and advanced on the grassy ground as he came close to the undead. Sweat dripped from all over him, sticking to the already wet clothes to his body. He really didn't want to be in that swamp anymore, and going through that legion of undead was the only way. [color=#B8860B]"Coming on your left side, watch your fire Wayne!"[/color] Nigel "Hadrian" warned Wayne as he came up on the side, though the warning wasn't neccecary after all. Both his guns jammed, only reinforcing the Neo-Romans belief that swords were better. 

Nigel moved steadily forward, shield held up in front of him as he circumvented the first walker and went straight for the second one just behind it. It grabbed for him, but "Hadrian" knew the drill well by now; let it come forth, stop and push it to the side and down with the shield, and finally go in for the blow. Nigel shoved the walker down to the side, pushing it onto its knees before the sword cut into it's head. The blade went into it's skull and eye-socket, making it go limp. But as he was focused on the battle around him, he didn't see the battle going on behind him. Robert against the forces of nature, in which he was losing.