[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1] [img]http://cdn.wegotthiscovered.com/wp-content/uploads/robertdenirothefamily.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Heading south towards the smoke[/center][hr][hr] Slow, slow but steady. Alexander could live with that. The snow beneath his feet was starting to bother him less and less as he made his way forward, even for the many times he lost his step and fell through the snow. But for every step he made that fell through the snow, he silently encouraged himself as he made his way ever forward, if slowly; he was making progress, slow but steady progress. Alexander held a rosary between his fingers, fiddling with it as he slowly continued forward. Though it was far from being the same scene, Alexander couldn't help but feel a certain similarity between his lone walk through the snowy landscape and the one he had found himself in many a time back during the war. Even for walking with his fellow G.I's, the same sensation of desulation and loneliness came over him; knowingly heading towards your destination on a certain mission, but instinctively looking over your shoulder every so often just to be sure you're not being watched. Every step was a step closer to a Vietnamese soldier, ready to strike where you least expected it. While there were few Vietnamese there, the same fear applied to being ambushed by other survivors or being torn to pieces by a horde. But so far it was quiet, say for that odd rumbling earlier which Alexander couldn't identify. Could it have been an engine? A horde or just a large group of people? God's mighty hand striking down at the unbelivers? He had no idea. But he had an idea of something he wanted to try. Alexander fumbled through his pocket for a moment, before pulling out what looked like a walkie-talkie. Turning it on, he simply looked at it for a few moments before pressing down a button and speaking quietly into it. [color=662d91]"Good morning. Anyone hearing this? Over."[/color]