[center][h3]Alex Teixeira[/h3][/center]

	Stagnant gasoline stung the back of Alex's nostrils as his party made their way down the dead highway. They were forced from their home after it'd been overcome by walkers, and the whole situation had left lasting emotional scars throughout the group. The Portuguese pseudo doctor was less affected, but from his perspective, if they didn't find some form of lasting shelter soon, the tension would prey upon what little hope his allies had been able to cling to. Sanity was such a delicate trait. Alex was lucky to have his in tact. It's surprising how much a year could harden somebody like him. The once meek and aloof student was no longer affected by the dangerous attitudes of those around him, much less did he care about the negative traits that he'd developed in order to survive. Alex caught himself glancing at a collection of thinning clouds as Ethan finally broke the unhealthy silence. It was rather close to sun-down now, wasn't it?

	"I go forward," Alex stated in a thick European accent, "Is faster, no?" Before anyone could interject, Alex already had his back turned to the group, and wasn't interested in any objections they might have had. Of course, he had no intention of going too far on his own. The idea of getting lost wasn't very appealing, to say the least.