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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."

Drew eventually awkwardly chose to walk away, hearing more voices that he definitely did not recognize. Ugh, if any more people came here, the food stores would barely last a week.

Smiling, he says, "Good! I could use a shower." He hums happily, and moves to the stairs. Seeing another man, he says cheerfully, "Howdy! Name's Rolen, if ya don't mind I'm gonna hop in the shower!"

Drew turned to look at him, frowning. "Who the hell are you?" He asked. "I haven't seen you here before." He leaned against the wall with a grunt, his side still paining him.

With a frown, Rolen answers, "Just toldya, pal. Rolen." Pointing to the man's side, he asks, "What's up with you? Take a hit?"

He heads to his room, bars the door from the inside, and curls up on the floor and falls asleep.

He narrowed his eyes. "What happened to me...is not business of yours." He informed him sharply. He walked past, hair flowing out behind him, still a silken curtain hiding scars on his neck from his awful survival techniques.

Skylar peered st the unknown man. She tried to understand what was happening but she couldn’t hear their conversation. She walked to the unknown man in practiced steps, and walking at ease. She quickly grabbed his axe, and twisted his arm behind his back. She pressed the tip of her katana at the middle of his back. “Who are you and why do you want to know about our supplies?” She growled, not taking any chances.

Surprised, but not un-prepared, he turns and brings his body closer to hers. Holding her sword arm in between them, he smiles. "Mornin', Sleepin' Beauty!" he says, before releasing his axe. "I'm a bit new here, an' it seems you all are a bit harsh! I was just takin' stock, ya know. Nothin' ta worry about!"

Drew heard Skylar and turned, watching her with interest. He kept pressure on the oozing wound, unhappy about it.