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

[color=662d91]"Seriously, nothing?"[/color] Alexander asked Manny when he came back with no medical supplies, first with a look of doubt, then of concern as he realized what it might mean. If Manny couldn't find anything to use for a blood transfusion for Thalia, she was at a greater risk of not making it through what lay in front of her. Alexander knew perfectly well what blood-loss did to one, and if Thalia didn't make it...Alexander wouldn't allow it. The one-legged veteran stumbled back up on his foot, looking from Thalia who was still, well, being her drug-high self, to Beatrice who took kindly care of her, and finally Manny. [color=662d91]"Keep her comfortable, you two. I'll go take a look again."[/color]

Alexander limped out to the garage, a mix of images from near and distant pasts rolling through his mind as he tried to remember. He'd seen Jude, they medic, do his best to help wounded soldiers out in the field, one time taking part in the blood transfusion himself. It wasn't as fancy as it was just before the world ended, but that meant it perhaps could be jury-rigged. And so Alexander rumaged as best he could through the garage, thinking back to when he searched it earlier. And he was lucky. He found a lot of tubing which he had disregarded earlier, which surely could be used! Alexander took some of the tubing with his free hand, and limped back to the kitchen to search some more. 

[color=662d91]"Here Manny, this can work."[/color] Alexander left the tubing on the kitchen counter for Manny to inspect, before sliding down on the floor and doing some more searching. He was sure he had seen some more when he found the water...bingo. Out from one of the cabinets, Alexander pulled out a few mason yars, almost perfect to use for an old school blood transfusion. It would work. It had to work, for Thalia. [color=662d91]"Give me a hand with these. This'll help, now we just need the rest. How is she holding up? Does she still have water?"[/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: C7 -> D4
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color]Scouting[/center][hr][hr] 

Nigel gave a look of annoyance at Hank's suggestion for him to roll Robert of the road, or not. Was it really neccecary to dig it in like that? Nigel hadn't known him for long, not even an hour, but it still pained him enough. [color=#B8860B]"I'm not going back there either, Shovel Knight. He's dead, and we got to keep moving."[/color] Nigel told him as they passed each other, having strapped his shield on his back, holding his Gladius with one hand and Robert's backpack in the other. Of all the things he'd wish Robert had, was a sunhat, cap or anything to give some shade. Even if it was humid as Poseidon's buttocks, it would help. 

Going past their new stranger to the legion, Erica, Nigel slowed down a little to look at her as she gave a heads up about another body up front. [color=#B8860B]"Let's hope her loss was not in vain. I don't want that to be a permanent thing happening."[/color] Nigel said in the passing, but putting on a friendlier face as he looked at Erica one more time. [color=#B8860B]"Call me Hadrian, by the way. It's good to see people not going after oneself again."[/color] 

Nigel "Hadrian" then kept moving up the road, even making it past Wayne as he was doing nothing. In completely silence, perhaps oblivious to the world around him, Wayne was simply walking down the road. It was as odd an sight as teaming up with none the less than three survivors in one day, perhaps more disturbing though. But Nigel tried to focus his attention around him instead, though he didn't see anything else moving beside themselves. He did however see the line of undead lying on the road, once again dead like their souls with Hades were meant to. [color=#B8860B]"How far is it to this fishing camp you're talking about? I really need to get this armor off me. And yes, it is real and sweaty as it looks like."[/color] Nigel said back to the rest of the group, the last part referring more to Wayne's and Hank's bantering about his Roman equiptment. And now that they were seemingly out of imminent danger, Nigel was starting to loose up ever so slightly. Or it was really that he was as sweaty as he looked like. Wearing armour like that really was a pain in the ass in a swamp.