[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 (G9 -> D7)
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]N/A[/center][hr][hr]

With Manny finally awake, up and running, Alexander was feeling more confident that the Thalia-situation was getting under control. Somehow. Sometime. And he agreed with Manny's conclusion in regards to Thana, at least half-way. [color=662d91]"That's true, but being out there in the dark is never a good idea. Trust me, been there, done that."[/color] Alexander said back to Manny, following behind him halfway to the table before turning in another direction. [color=662d91]"Go check on our Angel. I'll check the rest of the house for...something. Shout if you need me."[/color]

Alexander limped through the house the next hour, his search changing as he made his way through the house. At first he wasn't looking for anything special, but the never-ending sound of [b]THUMP THUD THUMP THUD[/b] was starting to get to him. Or perhaps more the thought of him moving so slowly and awkwardly through the house, one step away from falling over like he was some old retiree, of which he wasn't anymore. That's when he started to look for tools and materials. He wanted to make a crutch. 

His search for tools fared considerably better than that for materials. Tools he found enough of in the garage, but the house lacked the needed materials to make something sturdy enough to support his weight. He had made it back to the living room with the three others when he realized where to find materials; they were in the middle of an area of construction projects left, right and center. That only meant that it was best to wait until morning, considering the wind was still kicking harder than a Bazooka. Limping to the outwards kitchen counter and slowly sliding down to rest, Alexander brushed the sweat from his frown and looked at the last people he knew to be alive in that world. [color=662d91]"Still no can-opener in this house? Use a strong knife, works like magic."[/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 -> C9 -> C7
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color]Survival, Scavenging[/center][hr][hr] 

While the rest of the group - could they call themselves that by now, a group? They had fought together, sure, but none of them had made it clear to stick together more than they needed. -were prepared to leave Robert, or his body if he was truly dead, Nigel felt it was wrong to do that. Had it been a group of walkers around him, then doing what he was doing now was as stupid as attacking an enemy who's army was built around cavalry while your army was only infantry. But they were out of danger now, so Nigel ignored Wayne's Jesus-comment and gave Erica a quick look before jogging past her towards Robert. [color=#B8860B]"I will check him first. Then I might join."[/color]

Nigel "Hadrian" could quickly see what he had already been told, but was doubtful to believe. Robert was indeed dead, with the obvious wound to his head that Erica suggested she'd done. Nigel kneeled down beside his short-lived companion, taking a moment to just look at him and...he didn't know, pray or something? Even if he didn't believe in that himself, he realized the importance of respecting others faith and ways. Especially his students. But he started to just as quickly search his body. He was loyal, but hardened. Robert didn't need his stuff anymore, but they did. 

Nigel took what he wanted in Robert's Swissgear backpack, filling it with the Smith & Wesson pistol, the ammunition, the cans of food, duct tape and light sticks. But as Nigel rose up to leave Robert, he looked at him one last time and forced a small smile. [color=#B8860B]"Keep the chips, Robert. I'll be fine."[/color] Nigel said quietly to someone who had tried to be his friend, before making his way back to the others with the things he'd taken off Robert. [color=#B8860B]"Thanks to Robert, we don't have to eat bugs at that fishing camp. Now we just need water..."[/color]