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Yeah my thinking is that if you are 18+ you have the right to make your own decisions so it's more morally right.
Manu whistled a tune to himself as he meandered through the hills. He remained casual but in his hand, which was hidden in his pocket, he carried a handgun. Better safe than sorry.
"Ey mister," a voice called out. Manu stopped dead and sighed quietly. He wasn't sure what to do - this was the first voice he had heard in a long time other than Jackson's and, of course, his own. It sounded female... and kind of assertive. It was coming from behind him. Manu slowly turned, still concealing his gun. He assumed that these people were looters and he wasn't going to lose his supplies, at least, not without a fight. Alas, he did not reveal the gun because there was a chance that these people were friendly. Not a good chance, but a chance nonetheless.
He saw a girl, just like he expected. She seemed young and fair featured, probably a similar age to him. He couldn't quite say in the light. He could see in the corner of his eye another man with a bandana who he was pretty sure had a gun at the ready, so he kept his cool, maintained eye contact and just waited for whatever she was going to say. He just peered at her, expressionless.
"You probably don't want to keep headin' that way." She continued. "There's a herd of walkers not too far from here."
Manu wasn't sure what to think. It could be a trick. He just remained silent and waited for them to make another move or say something else. Surely they wouldn't just sneak on up to him just to warn him he was about to die. He assumed they had ulterior motives. What she said next contradicted that but it didn't convince him. She explained that she wasn't trying to rob him or kill him. He wasn't buying it. Then again, he'd probably be dead by now if they wanted him so. There was a chance they were going to manipulate him in some way - make him work for them. He cocked his head in the direction to see the man with the bandana more clearly. Hehad some pretty deadly looking equipment on hand. An intimidation technique. He'd seen it before. Some chump in the hood gives you trouble, you pull up your shirt and show him the gun in your belt. Show him who's boss. It didn't scare Manu.
The man piped up then, asked Manu his name. "Emmanuel," he replied in a short sharp exclamation. The man then started talking about a 'choice' he had or some shit when it was basically no choice at all, unless you count death as an option. However, the survival option apparently meant he'd have to be at gunpoint. He wasn't up for that shit. Why did these assholes have to be so hostile? Damn. Anyway, he wasn't in the mood for getting a bullet in his skull so he shrugged and followed the man's demands. Sure, they may have given him a tip to avoid some walkers but he wasn't going to forget that they put him to gunpoint. He slipped his handgun away in to his inner pocket - they hadn't seen it yet, so if he needed to he could use it. They had, however, seen his rifle which was hanging from his waist. He unhooked it and dropped it to the ground for them to pick up, as they naturally would not let him walk around with it.
He remained silent all the while though as they guided him away. Better to make no first impression than a bad one.
"Ey mister," a voice called out. Manu stopped dead and sighed quietly. He wasn't sure what to do - this was the first voice he had heard in a long time other than Jackson's and, of course, his own. It sounded female... and kind of assertive. It was coming from behind him. Manu slowly turned, still concealing his gun. He assumed that these people were looters and he wasn't going to lose his supplies, at least, not without a fight. Alas, he did not reveal the gun because there was a chance that these people were friendly. Not a good chance, but a chance nonetheless.
He saw a girl, just like he expected. She seemed young and fair featured, probably a similar age to him. He couldn't quite say in the light. He could see in the corner of his eye another man with a bandana who he was pretty sure had a gun at the ready, so he kept his cool, maintained eye contact and just waited for whatever she was going to say. He just peered at her, expressionless.
"You probably don't want to keep headin' that way." She continued. "There's a herd of walkers not too far from here."
Manu wasn't sure what to think. It could be a trick. He just remained silent and waited for them to make another move or say something else. Surely they wouldn't just sneak on up to him just to warn him he was about to die. He assumed they had ulterior motives. What she said next contradicted that but it didn't convince him. She explained that she wasn't trying to rob him or kill him. He wasn't buying it. Then again, he'd probably be dead by now if they wanted him so. There was a chance they were going to manipulate him in some way - make him work for them. He cocked his head in the direction to see the man with the bandana more clearly. Hehad some pretty deadly looking equipment on hand. An intimidation technique. He'd seen it before. Some chump in the hood gives you trouble, you pull up your shirt and show him the gun in your belt. Show him who's boss. It didn't scare Manu.
The man piped up then, asked Manu his name. "Emmanuel," he replied in a short sharp exclamation. The man then started talking about a 'choice' he had or some shit when it was basically no choice at all, unless you count death as an option. However, the survival option apparently meant he'd have to be at gunpoint. He wasn't up for that shit. Why did these assholes have to be so hostile? Damn. Anyway, he wasn't in the mood for getting a bullet in his skull so he shrugged and followed the man's demands. Sure, they may have given him a tip to avoid some walkers but he wasn't going to forget that they put him to gunpoint. He slipped his handgun away in to his inner pocket - they hadn't seen it yet, so if he needed to he could use it. They had, however, seen his rifle which was hanging from his waist. He unhooked it and dropped it to the ground for them to pick up, as they naturally would not let him walk around with it.
He remained silent all the while though as they guided him away. Better to make no first impression than a bad one.
Sorry, yeah. Probably late teens (18+) to early twenties.
No problem. I'm okay waiting as long as you guys are.
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