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Surprised by the last question, Rolen pauses. "No, not bitten. Got scratched a bit, but I cleaned those up before they got infected. I ,eh, I've been in a few groups. Didn't turn out too well, as you can tell. And dessert?" he pauses again, thinking about his answer. "Brownies, I guess. Does it matter? I ain't gonna get a brownie in the apocalypse" he says.

He nods and lets him in. "Eh, I'm pretty new to the group and just wanted something to talk to people about, everybody here is pretty busy."

Rolen stands, and steps inside. Taking a good look at the room, he points down the hallway. "Where'm I stayin'?" he asks, with a hint of a Southern drawl.

He points towards the stairs. "There should be an open room up there."

Hooking a finger around the strap of his pack, Rolen scales the stairs with ease. Passing a few rooms, which look occupied, he finally finds one that might be empty. He drops his pack, and sits on the bed. Hearing the shower drip, he wonders if there's running water, and even more important, electricity. After unpacking his things, and stowing his axe in a drawer, he returns to the room that Nelson is in. "Thank you, by the way. It was gettin' a bit rough out there." he says, and extends a hand. "Th'name is Rolen, if yer wonderin'." he says, in a voice that doesn't quite suit his slender form.

He shakes his hand, understanding the man's predicament. "Im Nelson, if you need anything, just ask me and then i'll ask the people who know how to do it." He says with a slight grin.

Returning the smile, Rolen asks, "As a matter of fact, I'm in need fer a new handle. Any of you have any sharp knives? I'll give it back, I promise."

He chuckles, glad that he can actually be helpful. "I actually tend to collect blades, you never know when they can come in handy. Follow me." He heads to his room and pulls 3 knives of different sizes out of sheathes in his pack.

Surprised, if not a bit unsettled, Rolen examines each blade. Choosing a medium-sized one, he spins it easily. "I'll use this one, if ya don't mind. Gimme jus' a few minutes, I'll have it ready." he says, and walks outside to find a suitable piece of wood for his handle.

Taking a good deal of time, due to the worsening weather, Rolen finally finds a good piece of wood. Taking it to the back porch, he beings to carve it down into a handle, gentle curves taking form. He slaps his knee, realizing that he forgot the head upstairs. Shaking his head, he finishes the handle, and then walks upstairs to retrieve his handle.

Rolen opens the drawer, gently lifting his beloved axe head. He smiles, and returns to the spot where he was working on the handle. Fitting it to the handle, he hits it with the bottom of his Converse to secure it. He'll need to do it with a hammer later, but it will work good for now. Returning inside, he finds Nelson and hands him the blade, which he had cleaned after finishing the handle. "Good as new, eh?" he says, smiling.

He raises an eyebrow. "I wouldn't know, seeing as I found this one impaled in the head of a dead guy." He realises how morbid that sounded. "Sorry."

Rolen pauses, but then laughs. "Better than finding it in a kid, amiright?" he says, reveling in morbid jokes.

He releases a sigh, glad that he hadn't accidentally offended him. "Well, problem was that he was still moving." He sheathes the knife, chuckling.

"Walker, or nah?" he asks, hefting the axe onto his shoulder. If you happen to see the head, you realize it is no ordinary axe, but one from a Viking exhibit. In the apocalypse, anything goes!

He shrugs. "I don't call them Walkers, but yeah. Hey, nice axe."

Nodding, he takes the axe off of his shoulder, and gives it a spin. Smiling, he places it back on his shoulder, and says, "So, what needs to be done around here? I didn't do much, before this all started, but I've learned a few things. How much food do we have, anyways?"

He frowns, unable to answer. "I'm not sure, but we have enough food to survive for a while."

He nods, and asks, "Water? Electricity? What all do we have, and what do we need?"

He thinks for a bit before responding. "There's running water and electricity, we have weapons and such, but could probably use some medical supplies."