[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 (F6)
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]None[/center][hr][hr]

They had their guard-scehdule all set up, their cozy corners to sleep in and a fire crackling in the fireplace. Had it been somewhere above the Maxon-Dixon line, it could have counted as a pleasent trip to the outdoors in the cold winter. But since it was still in Florida, it was still swealtering inside. But Alexander was too tired to give a rat's ass about that, he'd slept in worse condition before. At least there weren't any charlies scouting their perimiter or boobytraps to maim yourself on in here. Alexander lay on the folded bed sheet and let his eyes wander across the room in front of him, and the people inhabiting it. Manny, Thalia, Beatrice, but not Thana. No Navy Blue, ma'am to give orders and keep them alive. As his eyes closed and all became a dark velvet over him, Alexander prayed quietly for her safe passage through the night. Only God and Thana herself could keep her alive now...

Where was Alexander travelling off to in his state of dreams, if not in the same overheated oven of a house in the Floridian panhandle? Still in Florida, further east and south as a matter of fact. Alexander was certain of this, he was too aware in his dream not to recognize the never ending Atlantic ocean to his east and the long Miami coastline to his west. South he and the passangers on his and Judith's boat had only left blood, death and misery. And walkers, lots of them. They were sailing north, searching for safe land to anchor up against, but everytime the old veteran sailed closer he knew he was in danger, each and every time. So he sailed on, again and again. Looking around his boat, once his pride and joy when he wasn't selling electronic bits and bobs, was now bloody and full of sea-sick souls that trusted their lives in his hands. Why? Sometimes he didn't even trust himself to take care of him. Too often really. 

Judith was his pillar of support. He didn't miss her, because she was there. In his dream she was just as beautiful as the day he had met her outside the New England convinience store back in the 70's. Just as beautiful as the last day they had spent together, alive. In the mortal plane of the awake, Alexander 'Mugsy' snored like the old man he was, but alive. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b] Okefenokee: B6 (Fishing Camp inside) -> F8
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color]Scavenging, Survival[/center][hr][hr] 

[color=#B8860B]"Nice find, just be sure to be..."[/color] Nigel had begun to say back to Erika as she explained what she had found. An attic, which in those times and circumstances could provide a fine enough shelter if it had an easily available escape-route if shit hit the fan-slave. But before he had finished his sentence, Wayne had attempted to climb up the staircase. Nigel thought it looked safe enough,  but the collapse and fall of the stairs - including the climbing Wayne - put a quick stop to those thoughts. For a moment there he questioned whether Wayne was alive or not after such a fall, but the subsequent words about a mother and him being okay, Nigel rose up from his short rest against the wall. 

Since Erika wanted the help of Hank to continue her search, and Nigel still wasn't sure whether it was a good idea or not to approach Wayne when he was like that, the neo-roman went back to the creaking floorboards from earlier. All roads lead back to Rome they said. The floorboards were easy enough to pull out, though he'd wish he had a crowbar instead. Reverse renovation was not something he wanted to occupy himself with when it was getting dark outside, but perhaps it payed off? Once he had pulled up some, Nigel saw something hidden underneath the floor they had been walking unknowing on. A box, a tin box with a lock on it. Not food or water mind you, but it was something. If anything, his curiosity was peaked even more. Picked it up out of the hole, Nigel held it up and looked at it. Nothing special, just a normal tin box. But why hide this out of all things? [color=#B8860B]"Hey, anybody good with opening locks?"[/color]