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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Quincy : E9 (Front porch)
Skills: None

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Alexander limped with the little remaining strength in his body the last distance to the home-looking porch, though it could have been a palace or even the softest couch in the whole of Chicago's best furniture store for that matter. It was a place to sit down and take a breather, which was more than Mugsy could have asked for those days. It hadn't been easy down to Florida that last year, and even less so with his leg sawn off because of that damned bear-trap. Hadn't it been for Manny and the walking stick they found, Alexander would have...

The old veteran didn't want to think about it. Right then and there he wanted to sit down. Alexander leaned on his walking stick and limped over to the wall of the house, leaning against it as he slid down and could finally rest his grunt ass on the floor. "Thanks, Manny." Alexander looked up at the man he had just a year ago threathened to shove a certain weapon up a certain part of his body. But now their medic was a friend, and a dearly needed one.

Alexander lifted up his left arm in front of him, watching the rosary wrapped around his wrist rattle with the movement before holding it in his hand and fiddling with it. After the loss of the pictures, this was the only thing from his old life, his normal life that he had left. The only link to his dearest One, but now...only a memory fading away. Alexander closed his eyes and kissed the rosary, taking the moment to pray, but more to just breath and rest his foot.

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper

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Location: Okefenokee: E14
Skills: Survival, Stealth, Scouting

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Hadrian was not sure what to think of the sight in front of him; it was either rather greekly comical, or damn impressive. In quick succession Robert had gone from falling over Hadrian's clothing to taking the walker with his lone stick, seemingly with the help of Fortuna herself. Okay, perhaps it was a good mix of the two, since anyone still living four or five years after Jupiter decided to cleanse the Earth had to be of a certain quality. Hadrian looked up at Robert and accepted his helping hand, getting back up on his feet. "Tibi gratias ago, sequens Scriptura."*

With his belongings gathered up in his satchels, the next order of battle would be to scout out the incoming truck on the road. But that plan was quickly crucified the moment Robert made their presence known, loudly declaring 'their' desire to help him and their posession of food. Great, now they knew they were both only two AND worth robbing. "Adiuva nos Deus..."** Hadrian sighed, before gripping his gladius tight in his hand and following Robert. "Fine…might as well get this over with."

The point about having a certian quality in order to survive Hadrian doubted for a moment, seeing the man exiting the now immobile truck in a rather peculiar way. The way of which he spoke to Robert and Hadrian, followed by a manic waving and chase of what he only presumed could be an invisible butterfly, made Hadrian make certain connections between the late Roman emperor Caligula and their man. Hadrian leaned over to Robert and whispered to him. "Be careful. He might be a little unstable, but that just makes them more dangerous." With that said, the Roman reenactor took a quick look around, anticipating the arrival of a horde worse than Attila ruining what was a meeting of survivors. But the look didn't give any results, only woods, dirt roads and the 'glitterfuck'-chasing man in front of them in sight. Hadrian then turned to the madman, pointing his gladius down to the ground and his hand up in a sign of peaceful greeting.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt...whatever you're doing, but if you can't hear it, there's a large number of Undead just in those woods. If you want to live, I'd suggest getting out of here as quick as possible."

Translations

*"Thank you, follower of the Scripture."
**"God help us…"

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: The Museum: Vera's Office --> Outside of the Museum
Skills: N/A

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"Yes yes...ধন্যবাদ...Thank you." Mahendra said to whoever ended up helping him, which in turn went from Josephine helping him over to Akhmed, while the other members of their fellowship helped each other. While he still kept his eyes closed, he couldn't mistake Mosi's voice as she asked him how this had happened. "It was...an accident...I hope." He managed to answer through gritted teeth, referring to the possibility that some divine entity was out to get him.

As Akhmed helped Mahendra down and out of the Museum, his suspicions of the divine was only reaffirmed to his great horror! He refused to open his eyes, the smell was more than enough to remind him of what a burned person smelled of. Where were the birds to pick off the flesh of the dead? But he shuddered at the mention of who it was. "Ne...Neema?" Mahendra opened his left eye to behold the smouldering pile, his own sheer force of will keeping him from passing out. Blood-loss did that to you. "Never mind me, Lauren. What happened to Neema?"

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

The Heavy

Level: 2
Day/Time: Day 3 - Morning
Location: Boo's Castle
Tag: @Majoras End@Tenma Tendo@Lugubrious
Experience: //////////////////// (15/20)
Word count: 675

Great success! The floating ghost who had just made the mistake of attempting to reason with the Heavy instead of fleeing, and the next second it had vanished into thin air! Heavy chuckled quietly to himself at his achievement, getting back onto his stubby little feet when he suddenly heard the same voice of the tiny spectral; It was still alive. But before Heavy could turn angry and strike down the baby ghost again, he saw Comrade Slayer talk with it - not attacking it, which was odd - before seeing a door open. Heavy didn't know or understand what was going on, but he followed little Joker to their leader and into the large chamber and whatever might have waited for them there.

"Lay it on heavy is my specialty, Comrade Slayer. Me and Sasha will make sure of that." Heavy said back to their team leader as they entered the massive chamber. The monstrosity of a ghost that floated in the middle was...huge indeed, and its cackling voice and laughter was sure to give many a man shivers down his spine. But not Heavy. The laughter sounded just like a bourgeois capitalist's laughter, and they could be dealt with. Yes it was big - very, very big -, but that was of no concern to him. He had a big gun. "You run! I will shoot the bourgeoisie ghost and cover you!"

While Slayer and Joker made their moves with an elegant haste and precision, Heavy went down to business the old and dirty merc way. It had been too long since Sasha had been out, but now it was her time to shine. Heavy pressed the secondary trigger on his beloved minigun, commencing the mechanism that spun the barrels around and around faster until it reached it optimal rotational speed. The sound of the spinning minigun was unmistakable for those that knew it, and perhaps terrifying for those that didn't. But Heavy was just happy to fight. "Eat lead, King Ghost!"

Heavy pulled the primary trigger, unleashing a hail of 200$ bullets at an mindboggling rate towards their massive enemy. The Russian continued the barrage of cartoonishly oversized bullets aimed at King Boo's face, while he slowly side-stepped to the left in the chamber. Rocks and various attacks were aimed for their enemy with a crown, Slayer and Joker doing amazing feats of acrobatics and magical abilities that Heavy could only dream of. Heavy himself, after the first burst of minigun fire, released the trigger and winded down the spinning barrels. He was moving again.

Making his way a little further to the left of the chamber and King Boo, Heavy hoped that he could do some damage and distract their ghastly opponent from his weaker allies. Especially Six, who'm he was afraid was going to get herself killed due to her being so tiny. And he was not allowing that. "Hey you, despotic ghost king! I am talking to you!" Heavy shouted as loud as he could to King Boo, shuffling his minigun over to his left hand as to free his right one. "You are no match for me...or us!" Heavy continued, bending his knees down a little and getting ready for his Showdown-attack. It took a little time to take aim, even at such a massive mass of whatever ghosts were made of, but soon Heavy was aiming mentally at the one thing every king cheerished the most; Their Crown. "Pow! Haha!" Heavy's shout echoed as he pulled out the imaginary revolver and fired the imaginary bullet aimed at the crown, a wide grin pressed onto his face as he shuffled the minigun back to both his hands.

Heavy began to spin the barrel up once again, this time aiming in the general mass of King Boo's torso, if it could be called that. The bullets once again flew from his beloved Sasha, making the deafening thunderstorm of Soviet engineering at its finest while Heavy himself began to loudly sing over the sound of gunfire. "Ya-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta ya-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta do-de-da-va-da-da-dada! Kaboom-Kaboom!"

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: The Museum: Vera's Office
Skills: N/A

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Memories from the Great War flashed through Mahendra's head as the pain and blood filled his face. It was as if he'd been stabbed with small bajonets by several Ottoman soldiers attacking their position, and it certainly could be compared to the wound he'd recieved to his left arm by a sabre. The big difference was that there hadn't been a massive ongoing battle taking place just before said wounds were caused, and the lack of adrenaline made the shards of previously innocent glass that much worse.

Mahendra closed his eyes tight again as Josephine came to his aid, letting her lead him to sit in a chair. He didn't say anything to her comforting assurances that they would take care of him, trying his outmost to breath deeply and not yell out in pain like before. The care she gave was much appriciated though, a surprise when compared to the impression he got of her earlier. Then he thought Nora went, Vera suggested they go to the barracks for medical aid and Akhmed entered the room. He opened his eyes ever so slightly to see the man and to let him know he was conscious. "I can walk, yes...but I think I need someone to lean on and lead me." Mahendra said to Akhmed, slowly getting up from the chair and reaching out for someone to hold onto.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location:Eden: Elev Equip --> Addam's Wing
Skills: Rifle

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Alexander appeared to react last to the commotion and gunshot last of the newly-formed trio, feeling the same fist of dark matter clutch tight in his stomach that had taken hold of him when Thana got shot, Gavin died, Lola died, and too many more to mention. To many it might have been odd to feel this kind of attachment to people he'd known just a few hours, but time didn't matter like that to a soldier. You took care of, trusted and protected the guy beside you in a firefight, no matter if he was a greenie or your bestfriend from downtown Chicago. The same applied to the group of misfits in what used to be Eden, now to become a ruin like it deserved.

The tragedy of the situation shrank upon hearing Thalia's voice, watching Manny's rookie-breath (throwing-up) and hearing Thana speak. Was it over, like Manny suggested? Probably not. The battle, or war if they even that lucky might be over, but there were always other hostiles to fight. Other enemies that need be taken out. Alexander had lived through the Cold War, Vietnam, various banana-republics, the two Gulf Wars and the war on terror, just to name a few. Finding enemies was easy. Finding allies was hard. But for now, the battle might be over.

Alexander turned his attention back to the weapons stash he had already searched, but payed closer attention as he began to search through it again. The creaking and breaking of wood he heard was a clear indicator of what was to follow, and it wasn't good. The big ass hole was probably putting enough strain on the whole building by itself, not to mention the little Hell the TANK had raised already. So who knew how long the building was going to be left standing? Alexander searched throught the stash, checking for any signs of 5.56 that would fit the AR-15. This felt all too familiar. Too familiar for comfort. At first he didn't find anything, but behind a case of spagettios - not the brand he liked anyway - he found them. Two boxes of 5.56mm rifle, intact too. Alexander shoved both boxes into the bug-out bag, before making his way to the rest of the trio pluss two. "The big ass hole cut of our entry point. Any other way out of his hellhole?"

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper

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Location: Okefenokee: E14
Skills: Survival, Stealth, Sword Fighting

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"Deorum mihi vires..." Nigel muttered under his breath as he and Robert continued down the road, heading towards the main road where the truck was coming down. It wasn't that he had anything against people of faith. In-fact he had plently of friends who were religious back in the day before the world went to Hell, but the thing that got to him was the overly-zealous attide he got of Robert. Having a purpose and helping everyone they might run into? Perhaps it was apocalypse that had hardened Hadrian, but being cautious was his preferred approach.

"Right now I understand that there's people down that road, some who might be friendly for all we know, and equally hostile. That's how I understand it. Vigilance and alterness is key, Robert." Nigel continued to say as he prepared his gladius again, this time directed towards the one walker which took notice of him and Robert. "Quick, we need to get closer before we..." was all he managed to say before the unexpected happened; as Nigel took a step forward to meet the walker half-way, getting ready to intercept the grappling and stabbing it between its eyes, he met a far more dangerous and cruel enemy.

His own two feet.

Nigel, the usually disciplined Roman soldier fell flat on his face, landing hard on the road they had been going down. It was as if Fortuna herself laughed Nigel straight in the face as he lay there, sword sliding away from his a good 15 fifteen feet way from him and all the contents from his previously carefully packed satchles now littering the road. This was bad. It was worse than bad; it was shameful and not fitting any true Roman, certainly not Nigel or Hadrian, whatever you called him. Looking up from lying flat on his stomach, Nigel could no nothing but sigh and look to Robert, shame in his face. "Well shit..."

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: The Museum: Vera's Office
Skills: N/A

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"Thank you, Lady Munn." Mahendra said in-between his breaths of pain and feverish heat that made him unable to grab said glass of water himself. He hoped that some cool hydration could make the worst of it go away, if only temporary. Having a man such as himself appear feeble in the presence of the women, especially taking into consideration the mystique around his branding and series of deaths, was very much an inconvinience. They needed to stay strong and focused, and a cool glass of water was what just what was going him back to that.

Mahendra closed his eyes, rubbing his fingers against his eyelids as he heard Vera return to him with what he presumed was the water. They remained closed as she came closer and closer, and was kept closed when the sudden change from the sound of feet to the sound of a cat being stepped on and something else. Something headed for him, and his face. He didn't have time to open his eyes as the water splashed across his sweaty face, and had it been only that he would have been thankful for the cool refreshment. The glass however, not so much.

His eyes were opened wide as the stabbing pain from various pieces of glass penetrated his flesh in various areas. Mostly his face, but a significant shard got stuck in his throat. Blood began to drip and pour from the various wounds, as well as a loud shout of pain from the Bengali's mouth as he began moving around the room, dripping blood all over the floor.

But on the bright side, at least the burning pain in his stomach was the least of his worries for a moment.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location:Eden: Woodhallway before Adamm's Wing --> Elev Equip
Skills: Rifle

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How many had been swept away by the collapse was a good question from Beatrice, one he wasn't sure if he could answer with absolute certainty. But Alexander ran the images and memories of Edenwipes and bullets fired through his mind, turning around to face the way they just came before he answered her. "Don't know...maybe half a dozen or more? Got one Edenwipe myself, another one was shot by his own guys. Did you get any of those bastards, Manny?" Alexander turned to ask Manny while moving past Beatrice, then turning to the fact that the two T's had gone up ahead.

Alexander moved down to the new area where he presumed Thana and Thalia had gone through, feeling safer with Beatrice and Manny still behind him. And that's when he saw the same treasure trove the others had seen earlier; The stash. While it was far from the depots they had in various military bases in 'Nam, it was more than the veteran had expected to find in piece of Eden-Hell they had just fought through. Quickly searching through it, Alexander pulled out and showed three boxes of 45. bullets into the bug-out bag, as well as a rifle.

It looked almost just like the M16 his hands had grasped many a time before, though it felt different. Quickly looking it over, pushing the ejector and checking the magazine, it became apparent it was an AR-15. Semi-automatic and not the same as a M16, but it would work. Alexander stepped back from the stash, now wielding the AR-15 rifle and turned to Beatrice and Manny again. "Every last one of them. After that big ass hole, there can't be too many more of them crawling around. Then we can deal with our prisoner."

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper

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Location: Okefenokee: D15 --> E14
Skills: Survival, Scouting, Stealth

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"You could say that." Nigel "Hadrian" answered Robert, keeping his answer as cryptic as he preferred for the moment as the duo of strangers continued down that Florida dirt road. Who knew if this guy was trustworthy or not? So far Robert hadn't done anything except speak calmly with him, even if he didn't mind the Undead, which Nigel didn't like. But so far, so good. "Haven't been or come across any living who haven't tried to rob or kill me. You're the first on both accounts."

Keeping up their pace around the turn and down the road, Nigel saw the large group of Undead to their right. Just like the other group that had followed him through the swamp, they had gotten stuck in the water and had great difficulty getting any gnawing and mangling done, which suited the Roman soldier just fine. Though he continued to move and speak as quietly as he could without going all quiet on Robert. The one further up ahead was alone, and too was of little threat if handled properly in Roman militaristic style.

"Wait wait?" Nigel had looked up ahead, seeing and hearing the truck move down the road and behind the treeline. Though he couldn't see any people or distinctive marks that could give away the drivers of said truck, perhaps partially due to what he felt was Robert's odd proposal. Ranch or cheese. "Look Robert, I know you're trying to make me trust you and all, but we're in the middle of what can turn out a tight squeeze. Neither you nor I need to eat chips right now. We got Cartheginians to chase, okay?" Nigel said with his usual stern demeanour to Robert, a man who could certainly be a friend later, but not right then. The chips could wait, the car they couldn't.

Fallout: Into the Storm

Brian "Short-Fuse" Muller

"...fine...Means more boom for me later anyway." Short-Fuse started to say to those disapproving of his master-plan to blow their way through their problem, primarly Emil. However the frown dug onto his face underneath the combat helmet, blew away as soon as it came, though the hazmat-suit did obscure the half-mad Texan. They were going back on the move again, which mean other places to blow up and monsters to explore! Or was it the other way around?

The lobby was a mess to behold as the group entered it, skeletons littering the place and making it look like a pig-pen. Just the way Short-Fuse liked it. There was even an information kiosk that still partially lit up by a terminal, which the big-ass Paladin Khaliya took interest in. Short-Fuse on the other hand made his way towards the kiosk in hopes of something closer to his heart. "Any of ya'll find a magazine with dynamite at it, throw it my way! Will ya?" He shouted to everyone, though they would only hear his Texan voice over the radio, perhaps a little too loud.

Short-Fuse searched the kiosk for what it was worth, only partially listening to the plan the rest of the team was putting together. What he did hear was "...bank just down the street...", "...fortified..." and "...run there...". The Texan looked up from his rigerous search of kiosk litterature and primarly burned scraps of paper, his gaze turning instinctivly from Khaliya and to the stairs going up. "Did someone say a bank? Sounds just like the types of banks they blew up back home far back! Let's go!" Short-Fuse said just before he reached to the stairs in a quick frenzy, turning around one last time to look at the group before making a run for it upstairs. "Last one there is a road-killed coyote!"

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: The Museum: Vera's Office
Skills: Understanding of Egyptian superstition

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The cat knew the different symbols branded onto them, and behaved accordingly towards them. Well it was perhaps not one of the most outlandish theories Mahendra had heard about animals. The creatutes of nature were living beings deeply connected to the cycle of life and death. For all they knew the cat had been a wise man in a previous life.

But why those symbols of all? Symbols of life...and death. Mahendra shuddered. He was branded by the God of death, but why? And what did it mean? Had this happened before? Mahendra leaned against the wall as he tried to grind his gears of knowledge. This couldn't be the first time, right? But the pain and fever kicked in again, making the Bengali cluth his stomach and suppress a grimace from showing. "Perhaps it...I'm sorry, but could I...get a glass of water?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location:Eden: End of hallway, door leading to Fitness Center --> Woodhallway before Adamm's Wing
Skills: N/A

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"Not in the slightest, Manny." The old veteran said back to other 'old timer', hoping that a proper Army-brass quality plan wasn't needed to get out of the combat zone alive. It would certainly have improved their odds if they had had the minds and resources like they did back in 'Nam - if one looks past the fact that they lost - to win that battle, but Alexander had always been a grunt; he was told what to do, not what others to do. So for now Alexander had just one plan for the two elders to follow. "Just keep shooting!"

That's when it came crashing down on them. Rocking like a hurricane, making them shake all over! Alexander heard it before he saw it, the rumbling and crumbling that was, but as he turned his head away from the door and to his right he saw it; the lack of a floor. A large ass hole swallowed up a large portion of the building, possibly taking with it anything and anyone in its wake. How the Hell hadn't it taken Alexander and Manny with it in the process? One answer for him lay in the rosary around his wrist, which the old vet fiddled with in his hand again, silently thanking God that they were alive.

"New plan, Medic. Regroup with the others and assess the situation. That hole might get bigger." Alexander pressed himself from the wall and began making his way past Manny. Even for miracle of a big ass hole, it was best to not let their guard down just yet. Alexander went up into the other hallway and called out to the ladies. "Mugsy and Baby-Boomer coming in, watch your fire!" Turning the corner to see Beatrice leaning up against the wall, injured but alive, he let out a sigh of relief. "A big ass hole just swallowed the Edenwipes behind us, but we're okay. Where's Thana and Thalia?"

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper

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Location: Okefenokee: E16, dirt road outside building --> D15, dirt road before clearing to the north
Skills: Survival, Scouting, Stealth

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Hadn't it been for it being months since Nigel had been around people not out to kill him, he would have taken the voice calling out for him easier. Nigel fought the instinctive urge to jump at the voice, and instead quickly turned around with the gladius pointed at whoever called for him. And when he lay eyes on the man in front of him, it dawned on him what the man had actually said; it wasn't the usual barbaric "Hey!" or "You there, you little shit!". Instead he excused himself like a civilized man. That was new.

"Keep your voice down! You want the undead to hear us?" Nigel answered the man initally, closing up the distance between them as he looked from him and to the walkers he could see. But when they didn't seem interested in them, Nigel turned back to Robert and what he was saying. "Your wife? Can't remember anyone by that description I'm afraid." He continued to shorten the distance between them, looking back and forth between him and their surroundings in case something was afoot. It was then he heard it; a distant sound of a truck, somewhere south of them. Truck equalled people. That was a start.

"You hear that? We can talk while we walk. Follow me." Nigel told Robert, almost ordering him like a centurian would a subordinate. He turned around and began moving down the road, hopefully stealthy enough for the Walkers to be occupied with the truck noise, and hopefully not too fast for Robert. "Robert you said? Call me Hadrian. Haven't been with a group for a while, so haven't seen anyone who could be your wife, like I said. Perhaps the truckers are civil enough to give you a clue perhaps?"