[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
[img]https://t1.daumcdn.net/cfile/tistory/24727F37520C6D902D[/img][/center]
[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Wewahitchka (B4)
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]None[/center][hr][hr]

[color=662d91]"Good morning to you too, Doc'."[/color] Alexander greeted Manny with as their best and only doctor/dentist/surgeon/medic was up and awake. The old veteran had already been up and walking for a while now, old people were like that, early wakers and all that. But Mugsy was also up for another reason. His pegleg. It had been a hard past 16 weeks for him, for all of them. 16 weeks. Three-four months, about 110 days of survival. Counting days had been a prime hobby for tired grunts like ol' mugsy back in 'Nam, and he still did it whenever he could. And for the past two whole days Alexander had been walking almost normally!

It was a jury-rigged piece of wood and duct tape, but it was working. Alexander could walk more freely with that. Painful and awkward as it still was though, it lifted a tremendous weight off his shoulders, and most likely on the others. Those who remained at the very least; Manny, Beatrice, Thalia and him. Thana was gone, wandered into the jungle to never be found or heard from again. Alexander wanted to believe that she was alive and well, and prayed for that too...but...MIA was just one letter away from KIA, and then and there that mattered little. 

What mattered was that Alexander had been up early, practicing walking alone on his new pegleg and crutch, going around and around the room. He didn't know if it had annoyed any of the others, but he himself pushed through the annoying falls and gritting pain with the willingness of a GI. He would not break down and give up, not now. [color=662d91]"Agreed Manny, I don't want my blisters to get worse or infected with this walking around. But food, water and gear fir..."[/color]

Alexander stopped his talking at the end, his ear picking up something outside, in the distance. It sounded like thumping, like...no, it couldn't be? Even for all those years and sounds in-between, there was nothing in the world that could seperate the old veteran from the sounds he was hearing outside. It was way too familiar...

[i]In a large, green clearing in the middle of a vaste and hostile jungle, a group of soldiers was making a stand. A last stand against the hostiles occupying the surrounding vegatation like the flies they were, not giving the surrounded soldiers any moment to catch their breath. Gunfire was erupting from all sides, shots going back and forth the clearing as soldiers were protecting the wounded or being wounded themselves. Alexander was one of the still standing soldiers, bullets buzzing past him and his radio antenna sticking out of his back as the sergeant barked over the radio with their evac. Where the Hell were they? They were getting slaughtered down there! As if on cue, the edge of the jungle erupted into a hellfire of smoke and screams, just as the very same thumping sound approached. Private Polawski turned around just in time to see their evac descending over the tree tops...[/i]

[color=662d91]"You hear that? Hey wake up, that's a chopper! That's a Huey, coming this way from...the south."[/color]


[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
[img]http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/22900000/Lucius-Vorenus-rome-22923240-350-215.gif[/img][/center]
[hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b] Wewahitchka (E8)
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color] None[/center][hr][hr]

The past months was not what Nigel "Hadrian" had expected when he met the three survivors in the swamp over three months ago. Hank, Wayne and Erica, they had stuck together through it all, and Nigel hadn't even thought of sticking with Robert for very long either. But there they were, all held up in a door and cabinet shop like a Roman garrison on Germania, enjoying a well-deserved rest after 16 weeks on the road. How the three of them, so different from each other, had not either broken up the group or murdered each other could be seen as a mystery in itself. Nigel "Hadrian" however knew from history that the oddest of people and/or nations banded together when faced with a common enemy, even if some of the people were either poking fun at his Roman interest or just being high as fuck. 

That didn't stop Nigel from having a descent sleep that night, leaning up against the wall and cooling himself down on the cement floor like the others. It was a far cry from the escapedes in the swamps, except the Fucking High humidity and heat outside. Some things never changed it seemed. Nigel "Hadrian" had slept without most of his armour on, except the greaves and vambraces which was tolerable enough for the Neo-Roman teacher - He was still contemplating just going for Sporticus, just to shut up Hank and Wayne. But from his sleep he sturred after Wayne asked if they had heard it. [color=#B8860B]"Uh?...what?"[/color] Nigel asked himself, only to hear it seconds after his own question. The thumping, what the hell was it? [color=#B8860B]"Anyone seeing anything? That can't be good."[/color]