[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 (B6 - C8)
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]N/A[/center][hr][hr]

It was good that they were still planning on what to do, even if the planning revolved around staying put where they already where and licking their wounds. No wait, it was exactly what they should be doing. Going into battle fatigued, low on supplies and without intel was a sure way to give Charlie a very good day of fighting. Yes, staying there for a little while longer was probably their best bet. Alexander, taking some time to get back up on his foot and cane, was going to jokingly tell Manny how Thana probably would bring the navy instead of the army, and how he wasn't sure if that was a good thing. But as the old veteran got to look over the counter, he saw Manny fast asleep against the wall. He couldn't blame him. Their medic had just done a very brutal surgery, and needed the rest. 

[color=662d91]"Yeah sure, give me a second."[/color] Alexander said to Beatrice, asking for a bottle of water. He managed to place three bottles tucked underneath his right arm, and started to limp over to her and Thalia on the table. Why was she still lying there, and not in a comfortable bed or couch? Alexander put the three bottles down on the table, one for each of them. [color=662d91]"Here you go, you two."[/color] he said, leaning against the table in order to more freely use both his hands as he opened one bottle for Thalia and one for himself. [color=662d91]"Don't drink too fast. These things don't grow on trees."[/color] Alexander continued, bowing his head forward and quietly giving a short prayer over his bottle of water, before taking a sip. 

[color=662d91]"What do you think, Bea?"[/color] Alexander started to ask Beatrice, beginning to button down his shirt and roll up the sleeves, just in order to get some better ventilation going. Somehow he missed the combat clothing they had back in 'Nam, at least that was meant for those temperatures. [color=662d91]"You think we can get her a better place to lay?"[/color] he asked, turning his head to look at Thalia with a heavy smile, and not in a wholy good way. [color=662d91]"What'ya say, Angel? Sleeping on a table isn't the most comfortable thing I can imagine?"[/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: C8 -> C7
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color]Sword fighting, Shield fighting[/center][hr][hr] 

If the group up front was anything but unlike each other in so many ways, at least one thing bound them together was their abilities to fight. Stepping over the body of the undead minion of death and apocalypse, Nigel did take note of Wayne piercing the walker's head with his machete and taking it out, and Hank nearly literally helping one dig its own grave. They were unorthodox, but it worked. Then again he was far from your stereotypical image of a survivor of the End-Times. Perhaps they were more alike than he thought?

Hank's insult to the undead was understable enough, even if it was a little uncivilized? Rome conqured the world through fighting, not throwing dirt on their enemies, but he saw where he was coming from in moderate amounts. Wayne on the other hand, that was another matter. Nigel "Hadrian" threw him a look of mixed irritation and...no, it was annoying. [color=#B8860B]"...It is not a skirt..."[/color] Nigel said sternly back to Wayne after he'd asked...someone, the aforementioned "Glitterfuck" or whatever it was called, before advancing towards another walker. Nigel made the walker grab onto the shield, stearing it sideways and then coming from behind with his sword as he threw the undead fighter to the ground. But a stab in the back wasn't enough, so the next strike came to its head, finishing the job. 

[color=#B8860B]"It is a tunic. Completely different thing."[/color] Nigel continue to educate Wayne, taking up his fighting stance again as he looked at the last walker. One more to go, and maybe then they could finish up with their strategic bad position.