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

	By the time that Ethan was confronted by a haphazardous bow-woman, Alex was far out of ear-shot, already scanning the run-down housing complexes along the opposite side of the road. There were several that looked suitable at a first glance, but they couldn't find refuge in a house that sported massive gaps in the walls, or a series of structural fatalities. The last thing anyone needed was to wake up with a support beam lodged deep into their gut, or a party of walkers feasting on their flesh. Not to mention, with more than ten people in their group, it would be wise to pick out one of the larger houses. Fortunately, a relatively roomy white house caught Alex's attention, standing out among all the others with boarded up windows. Somebody must have of lived in there at some point, which meant it was structurally sound, at the very least. Alex crept his way through the overgrown yard, avoiding the cobwebs to the best of his ability, and making his way towards the door as quickly as he could. Before reaching the front door though, a noise echoed past the confines of the houses's walls, seeping through the cracks as nothing more than a high pitched chatter. Crying? Was there a baby in there? Alex crept slower now, shifting his eyes from the ground, to the cobwebs, to the front door, weary of spiders and centipedes, more so than being held at gunpoint. His rationale finally kicked in though. Alex pulled his pistol from his jacket's inner pocket, and held it firmly with both hands, aimed at the door. But a woman's voice spoke up, just loud enough for him to hear. He loosened his grip and the muscles in his face tensed up.

	Alex was subject to an angry threat. He stopped in his tracks for a moment, snapping a small twig near the set of three steps that lead up to the door. Part of him was eager to interlope, despite the danger that might have followed, but what chances were that that this woman would actually shoot him? Who knew, it was too early to discern anything. If only he had a little more to go off of. "I ehm- uh, I'm sorry," He croaked, holding his weapon aimed directly at the door. If this woman intended to shoot him, he wasn't about to sit there and take it like a fool. Perhaps he should've just left the woman to stew in her anger. That would've been the smart thing to do, but with a baby involved, the situation may have been too much for Alex to simply walk away from. Without him and his group, this woman would sure die, along with her child.