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Alexander Thaddeus Way
"We will fight or we will die either way the enemy will fear us today."


Alexander nods his head, getting up slowly- trying not to stir or discomfort Tonx in any way. "No problem." Alex said in a muffed tone, his silvery green eyes now wavering on the stairs. "Trooper." Alexander's gruff tone called out, and the german shepherd was by his master's side, waiting to follow Alexander up the stairs. For a moment he turned back to see if the dark retriever would follow Trooper's calling yips and whines, or if she would stay to rest. His eyes then traveled back towards Kennedy, and he gave a small, happy expression. Facing forward once more, Alexander stepped onto the next level of the hospital. After everyone got situated, Alexander would seek out for the generator room, to see if he could bring this place back to life.

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Alexander Thaddeus Way
"We will fight or we will die either way the enemy will fear us today."


Alexander leaned against the wall, Tonx still in his arms. She was very light, but even if she wasnt, Alexander would've still offered, and pulled through on his decision. His silvery green eyes scanned the room. Kennedy, the dark retriever, and Donald and Clark as they went up the stairs. A low wistle escaped his lips, and Trooper trotted towards him. Alex was going to follow upstairs, but he decided to wait for Kennedy and the dark-pelted retriever. He pressed his back against the wall, and lowered himself to the floor, keeping Tonx in his lap.

Alexander tilted his head back, his mess of dark waves toused and dry atop his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the dark retriever, and Kennedy patching herself up. It was obvious she was trying to hide her pain, but Alexander would vocalize his thoughts. Now, Trooper lay beside them, his muzzle resting on Tonx's foot, his bushy tail flickering across the hospital's tile floor.

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Alexander Thaddeus Way
"We will fight or we will die either way the enemy will fear us today."


Alexander leans against the wall, letting Tonx saunter up the stairs. Her movements were tense, a bit clumsy, and unstable, but surely, she made her way up there. His silvery green eyes fell onto the dark retriever. A low whistle escaped his pursed lips, and Trooper, without hesitation, ceases his greetings with the new canine, and goes to his master. The dog is now alert, awaiting orders, as he plops down at his owner's feet. A small, amused chuckle escapes Alexander as he shifts through the compartment on his vest. A miniature version of a first aid kit is sitting there, and he plucks it from the rummaged contents, as well as a small, rolled up and crumbled bag of dog food.

The lad runs his hand over the first aid kit to rid it of grime and dust before tossing it Kennedy's way. "Patch yourself up first, I'll get the dog some food and water." Alexander knew that there would be better supplies within the hospital facility, but it would have to do for now. Hopefully none of her wounds needed stitches. Then, taking the small, nearly empty dog food bag, Alexander pours a handfull or two out onto the floor for the dark retriever. Uncapping a water bottle, Alexander pours some water over the food to moisten it, then pours the rest of the water into a small bowl. Hopefully, it would be good enough.

Then, he pets Trooper and sends him away to frolic with the other canine's and such. Alexander returned to rest against the wall, just as Tonx returns, the smell of sickness trailing behind her. Alexander glanced to Donald, giving a small wave and a small, ghost of a smile. Hey, at least he was trying. Glancing back towards Tonx, he gave her a look of sympathy and then picked her up, having one arm curved under her legs, the other propped behind her head. "Did you see anything up there?" Alexander questioned, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

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Alexander Thaddeus Way
"We will fight or we will die either way the enemy will fear us today."


Alexander stifles his rising paranoia, especially as an unknown figure- named Donald- and his canine companion. His silvery green eyes observed them for a moment, but he heaved a sigh. Now wasn't the time to be nervous. He closed the large doors behind Donald and his canine companion, taking a chair and hoisting it underneath the who handles of the double-doors. A soft sigh escaped him. This wouldnt do much to parry away biters, beasties, or zambies, but it would at least give the group a warning.

Then, going back towards Tonx, he gave her a comforting smile, offering out both hands. "I can carry you if you want, Tonx, it's not that much further. Clark, that new guy, and Kennedy are just up ahead tending to a dog." Alexander offered, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. "Weird, huh?" He questioned, motioning towards the Golden Retriever that was barely out of sight. Trooper had gone to investigate the new-comer's companion, circling him, but then, giving a friendly yip and wagging his tail.



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Ezekiel Jebeddiah Crosse
"The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remains as your legacy."

Ezekiel's icy blue eyes narrowed a touch, not really believing her, but not wanting to pry, either- so he just gave a small shrug of his shoulders, disreguarding the lie altogether. "Sure thing." Ezekiel murmured, sauntering over towards her, and glancing at the bandage with a cautious and concerned expression, he didn't want to hurt her, so he undid the  bandage slowly and carefully. "Does it hurt?" He questioed, quirking an eyebrow at her.

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Alexander Thaddeus Way
"We will fight or we will die either way the enemy will fear us today."


Alexander pauses, letting Kennedy and Clark saunter ahead with their canines. But he, he resided beside Tonx, watching her empty her stomach onto the pavement. He glances away, the smell causing his nose to crinkle in disgust, but other than that, he didn't show any signs of discomfort. Once she was finished, Alexander offered his arm out to her  once again. Tilting his head ever so slightly, Alexander gives her a small, lopsided smile. "How are you feeling?" Alexander questioned, disreguarding her apology- It wasn't necessary in his eyes.

His silvery green eyes flickered towards Trooper, who was snaking around Tonx, but then broke off at the sound of a weak bark. Trooper glanced back to his master, trotting to his side and brushing against his master's thighs. With his free hand, Alexander ran his hands over his bristly, dark brown and black fur.

"Kennedy? Clark? What's going on up there?" Alexander's gruff tone called out, his light green eyes narrowing onto bloody prints on the floor. He cautiously stepped forward- more so for Tonx's condition, rather than his own curiosity. He then peered back at Tonx, concern filling his gaze.

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Ezekiel Jebeddiah Crosse
"The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remains as your legacy."


"Only you tossing a shard of glass." Ezekiel says in his usual gruff tone, his muscular arms crossed across his chest. After running his arms under stale, cold and dirty water, his tattoo's were present again. And, as it seems, he hadn't been branded. Yet. With a small shrug of his broad shoulders, Ezekiel plays it off well. However, you can see the concern in his vibrant blue eyes.

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Ezekiel Jebeddiah Crosse
"The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remains as your legacy."


Ezekiel decided to head back towards the hallway of beds, bunkbeads in a line heading straight down. It was narrow, cramped, and smelled of hormones and sweat. The young lad crinkled his nose in disgust, bringing a hand up to run his fingers through his slightly greasy hair. "What does it take to get a lousy shower around here?" Ezekiel muttered to himself,  glancing at the vaccant dormitory. However, the sight of Maddi tossing a piece of glass, Ezekiel stood there- leaning against the iron frame of a bunk-bed, unsure of what to make of the situation. "Mad?" Ezekiel called out, crossing one ankle over the other.

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Alexander Thaddeus Way
"We will fight or we will die either way the enemy will fear us today."


Alexander gives a soft smile as Tonx eventually accepts his help. He kept towards the back of the group, one arm over Tonx to keep her upright and moving. Trooper was up ahead, wagging his tail and bounding around Alma in a playful manner, his lithe brown and black frame bouncing his navy blue and white police vest that was a bit too large for the young canine. One arm was wrapped around Tonx's neck and back, trying to keep her moving at a suitable pace, and the other arm remained stuff and limp at his side.

A small huff escaped Alexander, it was amused, seeing Trooper act like one of his kind for once. He resembled his master in many ways, even his playful side- which Alexander could be when needed, although dont expect him to go wagging his tail and barking, too. Alex's silvery green eyes flickered towards Kennedy and Clark ahead of them. "We're on the home stretch!" Alexander calls out with a sharp, upbeat laugh that pierces the silence like a throwing blade. The hospital, a large white building with several stories, a big parking lot, and many military trucks surrounding the area.

In the early days of the epidemic, this was a hotspot for most for a safe place to go. But, where many people dwelled- biters were bound to come. Now, it looked barren, or barren enough- the outside parking lot did at least; minus the mass of dead bodies laying around like garbage. Hopefully, the inside of the hospital wouldn't be too hard to clean out- and due to the different floors, they could clear them out in an organized fashion. A low grunt escaped Alexander, freeing his brain from systematic plans, doubts, fears, and all that jazz. He couldn't rattle his brain right now.

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Alexander Thaddeus Way
"We will fight or we will die either way the enemy will fear us today."


Alexander remains silent, only giving the group a quick, small nod. He was just worried about Kennedy's wounds, as well as Tonx's arthritis problems- which, really couldn't be helped. Nevertheless, he was proud of them. They were a small group, but they could more than handle themselves. A soft smile tugged at his lips. For once, in this hellish world that they lived in, Alexander felt grateful, almost. It was a funny way to feel, but it was genuine. He felt like he actually had a small family, with people he could rely on.

Seeing as the group began to surge forwards once again, Alexander offered out his arm to Tonx, to see if she was still in pain- and wanted to lean on him for support. It was a kind action, considering Alexander normally kept to himself, and towards the back of the group- watching the others like a hawk. As Alma licked Trooper- the action nearly foreign to the ex-police dog- Trooper wagged his tail and sniffed and nuzzled Alma, letting her know that he was okay, and wondering if she was too.  Alexander then rubs Trooper between the ears, chuckling. "Hey, looks like you've made a new friend." Alex teases, and the German Shepherd gives a small yip, before running his panting tongue over his muzzle.

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