Shoe Thief

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A

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Manny smiles at Alexander's comment about dental hygiene and Manny's participation in that. "Any time is a good time to refresh dental hygiene." Though that wasn't completely true, it was a bit of a creative way for Manny to say Any Time to his fellow baby boomer. The discussion of Hunter, the soldier boy, seemed to give some worry to him though, he wondered if Alexander saw something in the boy that reminded him of himself? They were both military, and Alexander was probably in at a pretty young age, much like Hunter. "Don't worry, we're just going to try to help him adjust to things. Talk to him and figure out what we can about him. Stuff like that. We're not going to beat the shit out of him or anything, I don't think that will do much other then make him worse anyways. I think he just needs to feel comfortable enough to talk. That did it for me while I grew up." He wondered what the boy would have been like if the world didn't end, or if he have had more time to grow up. Manny was still hard pressed to believe he was military, he seemed early 20s at most, that country he was in the military for ceased to exist over five years ago, almost six.

Manny had a good time continuing the conversation with Ash. Many was a conversationalist. Sure he probably wasn't one, but everyone in his group was emotionally closed off. Not that he blamed them, but it did make it hard to strike up conversations. "I wasn't captive long, so I didn't see too many of them. The only faces I cam remember are the immediate guards I had..." Manny vaguely remembers shooting them with the gun he stole back, and using another as a shield as bullet after bullet filled the man. Manny wished he had died faster, it was hard to willingly hold a human being to shield himself. "...I might also be able to remember the ones that first captured me. But it's probably best I wasn't there long, I don't think I could have made it far otherwise if I had been there even a couple more days." Manny couldn't be sure if they had gotten the ones who had first captured him. Maybe the team killed them before he got out, maybe they fell when the building collapsed, or maybe they were out gathering more survivors and were still at large... Rebuilding... or enslaving. Manny pushed those thoughts aside, the last thing he needed was to worry about being in another cage. "If I see any though, I will let you know." He said reassuringly hiding the fear from his thoughts.

Conversation continued to medical work, then to the boy again. He didn't seem convinced that they could do much for the boy. "Sure maybe not one day would do it, but once we get him talking, get him opening up, he might lighten up, be less aggressive. But I understand not wanting to take that challenge on today. Maybe he just needs time to adjust." Even though Manny wanted to help, he had seem come pretty fucked up people in his life. Manny's money was on Hunter dealing with something that he didn't know how to. The question is what? and what effect did it have on him? What was he hiding about himself? He wondered if the soldier boy would be the type to hide weapons in their room? Maybe try to kill a guard? God he hoped not. Looking over again, Hunter was still watching them, drinking that last cup of coffee. Was he sizing them up? Deciding how he would kill them both? He was malnourished and weak, Manny didn't think he could hold a real fight in his condition. But he seemed like someone who was used to being desperate. Someone who would get creative. Manny realized he was staring back, the boy didn't break eye contact. Hunter just kept watching. Manny was concerned at this point, but he did his best to hide it. Though it wasn't to just Manny, it was to Ash too. He was trying to figure out something about them. He hoped it was something simple, like if he was willing or able to trust his new roommates.

Ash held up his hand to polity put a hold on their conversation when the new man entered. He just returned the nod, they would be locked in a room together all night anyways, they had time to talk later. Plus, this seemed like a pretty big and important family reunion. It made Manny happy to see, and gave Manny better hopes for this place so far. Sure the man was another newcomer like them, but it was a central hub of sorts that people could wonder towards. And it worked well. Seeing everyone gather up again like this, it was amazing to see.

Panama gave the word. It was time for this General character to show his face. In all honesty, this man could be the make or break for Manny on his final opinion of the place. He had a lot of concerns about this place, mostly around the military/police state it seemed to stay in, the military dictatorship feeling he got from the brief description, and the lack of professional behavior from the guards they had. Though he was starting to like some people here, he wanted to be sure that what he was getting himself into wasn't going to be the end all. Though not like he had a lot of options if things didn't pan out. Not like he could pack his things, stock up on meds and shells, and open a new dental office right outside town. He would do his best to make this place work out, but he needed to know more. He took his seat and prepared for whatever came next. He took his seat and prepared for the man in charge.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A

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The old guy and the Captain talked a while, he was pretty sure it was about Himself but he couldn't be sure. What he did notice is that the old man kept looking back towards him, and at one point held eye contact for what seemed like minutes. He almost wanted to say something, but his words so far had gotten things pretty bad for him. So he drank his coffee waiting for the old man to stop looking at him. It was creepy. The two kept talking for a while but nothing seemed to change. Sure the old man broke eye contact to keep making conversation, but he kept looking back. Was he sizing him up? Was he deciding how he would take him on in a fight? No. That couldn't be it. He was a quiet old man with not much going for him. Maybe he old man thought he was sizing him up? That could make sense, but he already did that and decided that the Captain was the real threat. Now he was just keeping tabs because he was sure they were talking about him.

Soon enough a new person came in, wearing the same new people clothes that they had. Then things got... emotional. The Russian mother ran over and hugged the man, calling him papa. He watched as others went to greet and embrace him. It was... sad. No... sad was the wrong word. But he couldn't pull up the word he wanted. He felt a large mix of emotions, sad, jealous, angry, empty. He felt confused as well, he couldn't understand how all of these people could be near their loved ones while he sat in his chair wondering where his family was. He tried to hide his mixed emotions. It mostly came out as sitting in the corner staring at his coffee hiding back tears. He was liking this place less and less as things went. He hated being forced to experience these emotions again, he hated being unarmed in a room full of people that may or may not stab him in the back, shoot him, tackle him, he didn't trust any of these people.

At this point, he was left sitting in a pool of his own emotions. He wouldn't react verbally to them, and did a decent job hiding them in his facial expressions. There was a part of him that wanted those that were reunited to be happy again. It was heart warming in its own way. But his main mindset was focused more on when his turn would be. When did he get to go hug his family again? Then he figured, what if he wouldn't? What if he died before then? Or worse. They were. He took the last few sips of his coffee, trying to enjoy it, but the taste fell flat on him. It tasted like anything else has had recently. Bland.

He took a moment to look back up when talk of the General started up. He didn't pay too much attention. He knew how to handle officers, even if he didn't show it. Or even if he didn't care a lot. While he looked up though, he saw again how happy all those people seemed again. He wanted to hate them for it, he wanted so badly for that to be him, for his family to be the ones who walked through that door. But he couldn't help but smile thinking about them. His emotions were still conflicted, but he thought about that small baby, they had a family, parents, family friends, grandparents. He let himself smile at that despite being upset himself. He wondered if this all was punishment for the things he has had to do to make it here so far.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A

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Manny was glad to see things calming down now, though Manny could still get the feeling of tension in the air still. His friend Alexander spoke, clearly seeing the worry on his face. Manny sucked at hiding these sorts of things, he was very expressive compared to his fellow survivors at times. Maybe it was because of his age and not caring about what people know about him. Maybe it was because he had been more or less sheltered for the majority of the post apocalypse, with the exception of a few periods of time between the groups and settlements he had been apart of. Plus, the recent year as well He had little experience with hostile people after the world ended, most the hostile people being from when he was in his teenage years, and his adult life. "I'm glad to hear that. Must have been pretty intense with the boy there. Though there is no need to worry about me. I'm in good health, I'm still a decent shot with my old sport's gun. Life's good." Manny said with a smile, trying to keep the mood positive. "Offer still stands, you ever need anything, you just let me know. I'll get it taken care of." He knew Alexander wasn't likely to talk about what was happening in his head. That made sense, Vietnam had hurt a decent amount of his friends when he was younger, he had a rough idea of how the man felt. And he wasn't going to press him for info.

Ash, the Captain figure who took that Russian fist like a champ spoke and started asking about the survivors from Team Eden. Beatrice introduced the group simply enough. First names only, leaving room for the individual to divulge as much or as little they wanted to share. He got the sense that Beatrice wasn't up for much interaction with him right now. He didn't blame her, she was a very private person, and Manny was very expressive. He had been striking out with a lot of people today, made sense though as most people were very closed off nowadays. Though Manny didn't waste the chance to get to know people. He had a background that only he completely knew, and there was no way to prove any of it beyond his skill with a scalpel.

Manny being pleased how things were going, smiled. Sure they weren't perfect, but anyone that decided things were perfect were normally lying to themselves. For a moment the word Dumbo got his attention, but he payed it no mind. Just some of the other men goofing off again. Atticus then made his way back in eventually, and it was time for room assignments. Manny was interested to see who he would get grouped up with. Maybe it would be Alexander, or maybe someone he knew nothing about. Either way, he was looking forward to a rather exciting time. Room Four came along, Hunter, Manny and Ash. Not too terrible. Getting to know the Captain seems like it would be nice, though hearing that he was getting paired up with the Soldier boy wasn't a pleasant surprise. But maybe they could make some use out of this, maybe Ash and himself could talk some sense into the boy. That would be nice, with things going the way they were, he was worried that he would get kicked out. Sure he was stupid, but Manny wasn't sure he deserved to be kicked out. Then he was back to thinking about the Russian mother, would she get kicked out for punching Ash? He wasn't sure... Though that thought did scare him. But that was a bit out still none the less.

Atticus then developed a disgusted look, like someone had tried to kill him with a home made stink bomb. He saw the Red head girl duck and vomit into the dish tray. Manny was concerned now, what was going on?! Then it hit him. Though his sense of smell was weaker then it had been many years ago, he could still smell what had happened. He finally understood the death of Dumbo jokes that some of the others had made. "What the Actual Fuck just happened..." The smell was harsh, brutal, and reminded Manny of his early days in medical school, many of those areas smelling like corpses. Though he was familiar with the smell that now filled the room, he still gagged none the less. And watched as the man who dealt it, laughed.

Manny brushed it off and ignored the laughing man. He was glad someone was having a good time, but at what cost? He noticed the Ash had made his way over to him for introductions, that helped solve whatever Manny needed to do to get things started. Manny stood to greet the man. "Nice to meet you Ash, I'm Emanuel, but most people call me Manny. I uh..." Manny was normally an easy person to get a conversation going with, but this was harder for him still. Eden was... a terrible place. "I was a prisoner at Eden, when I heard the commotion from the floor below I took the chance to escape. We met up, I did my best to help finish the job, and we have been around since. It worked out for me, as things are starting to get harder in my old age. And it helped more then once from rather... extreme injuries." He motioned towards Thalia and Alexander. He wouldn't get into details about their cases individually, if he wanted that he could ask them. "I've been with them since, and just glad to not be stuck in Eden anymore. What about you? What's your story up to this point?" He looked back at Soldier boy, who he noticed was watching them back. It was... A little uneasy. "Do you think the two of us can talk some sense into the boy?" Manny caught that the boy was army, and so was ash here. Maybe they had some sort of bond that could be used to put him back on track. He did catch note of Thalia's remark towards Ash, his Spanish was rusty, so for now he had to just brush it off.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A

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There were a lot of things that Hunter had to process. First, he had finally given into the idea that he couldn't force or sneak his way out. Not without a gun. Those walls until he learned more were bottle necked at the gates. So those plans would have to be put on hold until he learned more. He also was annoyed at a lack of a window in here. It would be nice to see that his world wasn't restricted to a tiny meeting room. Even if he couldn't go there, it would be nice to see that there was a world outside of this room. He saw the man he debated using as a bullet shield off in the corner laughing his ass off. He wondered what that was about. But guessing by the looks, expressions, cries of pain and laughter, and the vomiting girl he tried to talk to, was it was a bad one. Hunter would be lying if he said he didn't laugh at what was happening, it was overall funny, and even though he didn't like the man, he seems like someone Hunter would have enjoyed being around had they met on better terms.

The smell hit him pretty hard, but Hunter barely reacted. After living outside for extended periods of time, having no realistic means to bath or being comfortable enough to wipe himself down, and climbing into piles of bodies and gore to get around from time to time, this still seemed... Mild to him. He still found it funny, especially the reactions that the others were having. Atticus eventually entered the room going on about more people. Yay. More people that he would have to keep tabs on. He liked Atticus so far. But overall he still struggled to trust anyone here. They got their room assignments, and the man was correct, it did sound like a prison that they were being put into. He seemed to feel bad about that. He also noticed that the first person to notice the lack of coffee was Atticus. Hunter felt bad now, he was hoping it would be the man who killed Dumbo that got there and did some overreaction to there being a lack of coffee. But Atticus's reaction to the vile smell in the room was funny still.

He looked over at his roommates for the week. The oldest man in the apocalypse, and the captain. He figured worst comes to worse he could take the old man. Seemed slow enough, and didn't call out when Ash asked about soldiers. So he had little reason to believe the man could fight past handling a gun. The captain was another worry. Hunter had fear that he would try to Put him in his place. He wasn't sure how he would do it yet. Maybe he would do what the girl who tackled him did and threaten him until he cooperated, maybe he would pass off some sort of life lesson, maybe he would try to pull rank again? The thought of that made him chuckle again. His time in the army was brief, and it was FUBAR at its best. The army and their rank system meant nothing to him. When the old man looked his way, Hunter realized he had been watching too long. He waited until the old man, Manny, looked away. Then he stood up and walked to a chair that seemed more or less isolated from the rest of the people in the room. If he could, he wanted to see about getting his hands on some paper and a pen. It would be easier to take notes if he had the means to write them down, plus, he needed to start remembering names. Though if anyone ever found those notes, he'd probably get shot. Not that he hasn't been threatened with that anyways today.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A

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Manny wasn't really sure how to intervene here, he felt something should be done, especially since local security didn't seem to care. But he wasn't sure what he could do without making things worse. He was no soldier, he wasn't a well trained guard. He was a taller man with some physical strength to his name, though his age restricted that. And he had no reason to believe trying to pull Beatrice off the stupid soldier boy was a good idea. Beatrice was someone he trusted, and someone he Manny could rely on, the boy? Spoke of paranoia and spoke it very loudly. No, he wasn't worth creating tension between those he trusted. Manny was then debating how to handle verbal interference, but after more monologues from one of the other men in this newly formed group, and some more voice raising from the soldier boy, Beatrice let him go. Manny sighed with relief, the guards didn't get involved at this point, but would they have if Beatrice broke the kid's arm? Manny wasn't sure, but was glad to see the restraint she held. No matter how annoying the kid was, someone with a broken arm was someone that needed a lot more help and assistance then someone without one.

Manny made his way over to Beatrice. "Nice job handling the boy there." Manny had been in situations in the past where sometimes violence was the answer, or at least a solid threat of violence worked. Though he wasn't a fan of it anymore, it was used well enough here. "And thank you for not breaking his arm. He may be loud and stupid, but I don't think he poses any real threat. And if it turns out he does, pretty sure you can take him just as well later as you did now." He chuckled, eventually moving to find a chair. He was still worried about the lack of action preformed by the guards, but things seemed to be settling down. That was a plus.

Alexander seemed to have handled this whole thing in less then a pleasant way. Though he didn't blame him, couldn't blame him. His friend had seem some pretty horrible things, even before the world ended. Long before the world they had known even existed the way it did. Manny wished there was a way he could help, but he knew how Alexander didn't like to talk about these sort of things. "How are you holding up there buddy?" Manny asked, trying not to push Alexander too much.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A

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Hunter decided he hated everything about this place. The exception being the coffee. In one day, he had lost his dog without knowing anything happening to her, he had been threatened to be shot for asking questions, had dealt with multiple people who he would rather not deal with, had been ordered to turn over his weapons for a chance this place didn't shoot him, and he had what little left of his pride taken away when he got tackled to the floor, and was unable to do anything about it. He had gotten warnings from roughly half the people in the room, and the girl had eventually let him go. He didn't get up at first, laying on the floor debating if it was worth it to get up at this moment. Eventually he did though, though he didn't feel much better about things when he did. He still felt trapped, and still unsure how to go on with things from here.

He stood, trying to keep a strait face, but he was out of it, and he had a lot of trouble hiding his defeated face. He slowly made his way back to the coffee pot, not saying a word to anyone, avoiding eye contact with anyone, then going to refill his coffee. What surprised him, it seemed to be the last cup. He figured good timing on his part, one last cup. Though, The words of one of the other old men repeated in his head. He needed a friend. But he didn't think anyone in here would trust him at this point. Nor did he think there was anyone here he could trust. Though, thinking about room assignment, he wondered who he would get paired with. Would it be someone that could put up with him? Someone he could put up with? Maybe someone that would leave him alone? He wasn't sure, but the idea of not knowing was upsetting to him. And he wished that these people would get it over with, he just wanted somewhere he could be with less people. He wondered how Izibell was doing, she went easy enough with the others, so hopefully she was having better luck then he was.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A

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Things seemed to be getting worse by the second. The voice that cut him off was the boy who admitted to being a soldier in the showers. Manny thought he seemed to young for that, but he struggled to judge that sometimes. But he went on a rather long rant against the small woman who had knocked over the other soldier. He got loud, he went on a while, but it seemed very delayed, Manny wondered what had caused that. He wondered what held the boys attention long enough to delay this kind of rant. He couldn't tell what he was trying to get out of it either, if he was trying to be helpful in a rather shitty way, or if he just felt like busting skulls for the hell of it. No matter the reasoning, Manny still disapproved of the boy's behavior. Even though Manny wasn't a fan of how the situation was playing out, it had started to die down, and people were going back to isolating themselves. Not the ideal solution, but it worked for the time being. The boy picking things up again would only lead to things getting worse.

After several people had explained to the boy why he shouldn't do what he did for a lot of reasons, Manny looked for the guards again. And it seemed he wasn't the only one. The one who was dressed as an ancient soldier had also pleaded with the guards to intervene and stop this madness before it got worse. Trying to keep track, he wasn't sure if that was before or after Beatrice had tackled the boy to the ground. "Shit, fucking shit." He said in a hushed tone to no one in particular. He wondered if the guards would react to her too. But... they didn't... they did nothing... Nothing at all. What kind of guards were they? Though with listening to their response to the ancient soldier, he seemed to get the idea. Prison guards. Their job was to just make sure they didn't leave, and they didn't give two shits past that.

Between the fear of a military dictatorship, and the lack of professional behavior he had witnessed since he arrived, Manny was even more concerned then before. He wanted this place to work out, but they had some pretty serious problems. It was almost like these people found a book on how to do things, but didn't really care about how it was done, as long as it was done. Manny tried to look around for any glimpse of hope that would reassure him that things were looking up, but found none. Manny remembered something an English professor told him while he was getting his degrees. The real world sucks, there are no Utopias. The closest you can get is a place with the appearance of a perfect world, just to destroy your hopes. Dystopia. He always thought of that professor as a very negative man, but now more then ever his words made sense. Manny wasn't sure he wanted to see what this place was like outside of this motel.

But Manny was a glass half full kind of guy. Even if the forces in charge here had their problems, the place still had their best chance to survive. And if the guards weren't going to get off their ass and do something, Manny would. One of the other men who decided to describe everyone to the best of his ability had given a brief description of Manny. "Age is as much a mental state as it is a physical, but you are damn right I am done with this shit." Though he didn't raise his voice he was annoyed. He wasn't a soldier, he wasn't a guard. He was a fucking dentist who had made great use of some old hobbies of his. He was once a kid who made stupid choices, and didn't correct them until someone very close to him had perished. But he would be damned if he wasn't going to do something now, he wasn't going to be like those lazy fucks at the door.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A

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To put it simply, Hunter had fucked up. He wasn't sure what was going through his head at the time, his rant was very unlike himself. He wondered if ti was built up stress letting loose due to a lack of fear or stress of anything else, or if it was something else entirely. No matter the reason, he had fucked up. He had the attention of the whole room, and he wasn't a fan of that. He had a few options here, and he had to make sure he chose them wisely. Option one, the least likely to work, fight his way to Izibell and get the fuck out. But using only a coffee cup, with several well armed guards, and several other people with military training of some kind, he didn't think that would work. Even if he had all of his gear plus body armor, he wasn't sure that was likely to work. Option two, shut the fuck up and pretend it never happened. No one else would forget, but maybe they would leave him alone long enough for another play. Option three, beg for mercy. He wasn't very good at putting up a show, but he might have been able to pull something off. But he had some pretty poor people skills. His last option was let the guards get involved, but it seemed they didn't really care to do that. He thought that odd, even when he pulled guard duty at the stadium, despite him having no experience there, part of his job was to prevent fights and conflicts from getting out of control. He wondered if their definition of control was staying in this room. Negating option four. No matter what he did, he couldn't let himself do that again, or anything like that.

The Russian mother responded with a simple statement. Sure, he didn't know her specific situation, but she didn't know his situation either. She didn't know the things he had to do to stay alive, the things he did for others, the things he did to find his family again. He did know that the kid losing their mother because she lost her shit was stupid. Though looking back, taking a moment to think about it, there was a lot of better ways he could have said that. Truth be told, he wasn't worried too much about the mother herself, he was more worried about the little one losing what family they had. The guy that had been sucker punched decided to threaten him too, Hunter took note, but said nothing. He noted that he was the about the same height at him. Hunter wasn't sure if he believed the threat, but he said nothing. Though he wasn't sure about the Gem comment. More people came, many with their own threats and promises. Hunter didn't speak a word, though his face did do that smirk he had whenever someone mentioned his military career. Though it wasn't a smile of joy. One that if he was speaking would say something along the lines of Shut the fuck up, the old military is a joke now. Nothing left but ego maniacs and tyrants. At least once shit hit the fan. But he tried to keep that grin down too.

What he did take note of was the girl about half a foot shorter then he was bringing him to the ground. He was surprised by this, he avoided playing football for this exact reason. He tried to get up, but he was pinned, and pinned well. His best guess, she had experience. And unlike the threats from the others here, he thought that that guards might do something with all this going on, but they didn't. He took note of this, and would need to remember it. Hunter tried to move at first, but it wasn't much use, he was too weak in his current state to do so. It made sense in his mind, he had been on a starving diet for a while now, barely eating enough to stay alive. Barely able to carry the gear he had, and debating what he would drop when he became too weak to travel with it all.

He knew for sure though, he couldn't might his way out of this. He was too weak, too light, and had no way to gain leverage again. Plus, even if he did get her off, what then? Maybe what he remembered of his training would kick in like muscle memory, but going back to option one, he couldn't fist fight everyone using only a coffee cup. "Get The Fuck Off." He spoke stern, but didn't raise his voice. He was struggling to breath like this, he had to think fast otherwise he was fucked. He tried to think his way out of it, but lacked the means to do anything. After a moment, he calmed down, and was ready to cooperate. A year or two while he was still at peak strength he could have probably gotten out of this, and even had the strength to pull something off. Even if unlikely. now, no. It took him a moment to swallow his pride, but he began to speak and yield. "Okay..." He took a few deep breaths still struggling for the words.

One of the old men, the one who Hunter made note of to use as a shield if shit hit the fan came over to Hunter at the end of his rant. He was ready to take it and move on, but a few of the chords he struck were... harder to ignore. Bringing up that those here had someone, he was alone. He was able to distract his emotions with the next sentence, how he knew nothing about surviving. He found that funny, even started chucking a bit. "Yeah I guess I do suck at kissing ass to strangers, but I think I got the rest of it down." Probably not the best thing to say, but he needed to distract himself from being reminded how alone he was. His laughter died when his mother was brought up. "You can say whatever the fuck you want about me, but you fucking leave her out of this. She's an amazing woman who did Nothing to you." He spoke in a calmer tone then he meant, but he was still struggling to breath while pinned. He let the man leave, Hunter was left in his thoughts now. "Fine.... whatever. Shutting up." He spoke. He tried to stay practical, but it was hard. "Just... let go of me." He said in one of the calmer tones he had used that day.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A

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Manny was correct in the fact that the girl had calmed down a bit, but she was still tense and pissed off. Manny couldn't be sure why she was upset as he didn't know what language she spoke, but it seemed quite a few others in the room did know how to speak the same language as her. That was nice in many ways, and Manny had tried piecing together what he could from what was being said in English. She was upset about loss? Had something just pushed her over the edge? Did she know Thana in a way? He figured that unlikely, but it was the only trigger he could think of in a moment like this.

Manny wondered why the guards weren't getting involved at all, even though the physical part of the fight seemed to be over tensions were still high, someone would have to be a fool to not see that. If pushed again it wouldn't surprise him if she struck the soldier again. Or whoever tried to separate them. But the soldier started speaking, explaining what many of those still alive were forced to think. Good Enough. Good enough. Those words refused to leave his head, good enough was bullshit. All people can do nowadays is fake it until they make it. Or get eaten trying.

The soldier offered his hand for assistance to stand, the woman denying to help. "What the fuck just happened..." He spoke to no one in particular, just confused on what was happening. Manny figured he should do something to help defuse the situation, but he wasn't sure what. The woman probably just needed time to calm down. Manny started walking over to the soldier when something cut him off. A voice, one of arrogance, anger, fear, and... Maybe stupidity.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: Quarantine
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There were a lot of things going through Hunter's mind as the situation unfolded. One, he felt bad for the Russian lady when he realized how upset she was about the loss of her friends. Maybe family. He felt potty for the captain figure since he got his ass whooped by a tiny Russian girl, though he thought that was funny the longer he thought about it. But staying focused, she socked the poor bastard to the ground. It seemed many people had tries to calm her down, but she didn't care. She didn't hit him again, but he didn't see things calming down much either. The guards were just... watching, they were reacting, but they did nothing. Were they taking notes?! Were they trying to have them weed each other out?! What kind of sick fucks were these people?! It didn't matter, this wasn't his fight, and no one was going to make it his.

Though, with a further look, he realized the woman who kicked the soldier's ass, was the mother of the baby that came in. It took him a while to register that, but it made sense, the man holding the baby now was speaking the same language as the small Russian woman. He wondered how old that kid was now, if they would remember any of this in their dreams, their nightmares. He wondered if she realized what she was doing now could lead to, if she understood what it meant to cause enough trouble to separate what shit excuses of family still remained in this world. "Are you Fucking Stupid Lady?!" He spoke in a tone much sharper then he meant to use towards the Russian woman. He didn't leave his spot, he figured walking towards her while making his point would only make things worse. "You think there are no consequences for losing your shit like that? Or are you so fucking selfish you don't care? You think those useless guards aren't taking note of everything happening here? The fact that you knocked that poor bastard flat on his fucking ass, the fact that you may lose it at any time? They fucking threatened to shoot me dead because I don't trust them and I worded it, what do you think they'll say or do in reaction to your shit! If you're lucky you'll get a fucking warning. If not they'll fucking shoot you, or banish you, leaving your fucking kid without a fucking mother, no kid deserves to lose their fucking mother because she lost her shit!" He had to stop and take a breath, emotions he normally kept bottled up were starting to show, and he needed to dial it back before he spoke more he didn't mean to.

But even with trying to calm down he struggled. "None of us can afford to lose our shit over the ones we lost. You don't see me going around putting an axe in the head of every poor fucker who annoys me because I can't keep my shit together!" He spoke more stern then he meant. "You Don't see me putting a gun at every fucker I see pissed off because I walked across this entire fucking continent looking for my family with no real progress. No, I keep my shit together because I owe it to them to do that. I owe them to keep a level fucking head and not lose my shit off the slight chance I still find them." Though he had failed that oath a few times in recent years. "Even though they are probably all dead now anyways... That kid isn't, find better ways to lose your shit. But take a tip from someone who makes everyone's shit list, don't fuck up by beating the shit out of someone with armed guards watching. Should be common fucking sense." He stopped to breath again, only to realize he probably said way too much.

Ready for whatever the guards decided to do to him he locked eyes with the guards, ready for if they shot him. "You enjoy the show in your safe corner? Guess it's not your problem huh? Sure, yeah, why would it be. Just watch, let us sort it out, not like you're the fucking guards or something. Took the few weapons we had and then watch and laugh from the corner." Ignoring the fact that other then a brief moment of preparing to defend himself, he laughed at the thought of the captain being knocked over. "Just... Do whatever you're going to do. It's clear ya'll don't like me much anyways." He said calm now. "I... whatever. Sorry..." He wasn't sure what for, but he felt he needed to say it. Then looking back to the mother. "Sorry I... normally... don't speak up like that. I just... don't forget you have someone to look out for." He grabbed himself another cup of coffee, his hands shaking. He was scared. Worried he said too much, worried he was going to get shot, worried he was in his last moments. But god dammit if he was going to die now, he was going to enjoy one more good cup of coffee.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Skills: N/A

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Once back in his seat Manny was feeling pretty good. They had food, they had clean clothes, they had a comfortable place to hang out, and they were safe. Manny didn't think he would live to see another place like this in such a long time. He had his bag full of some of the things they would need over the next few days as the locals made sure he and the others were not sick with something that could get the community sick. He was fine with that, it wasn't a dark basement room with one meal a day and guards holding them at gun point every other step. Though, there were armed guards... He couldn't blame them though, there were a lot of fucked up people in the world. But the guns were not pointed at them, nor did they feel like they were being held at gun point.

Things were all starting to look up for them. Until the question of Thana was brought up from one of the people in the other groups. Manny hadn't registered the last name of Gunny at first, but then it clicked. She did survive that night, she had even been here a while, but now... was gone? Manny wasn't sure what he felt at that moment... he was still upset with Thana for taking the truck right after Thalia had her arm cut off, but he never wanted her to come to harm. He was ready to ask where she was now, but it seems Gunny wasn't in a place to talk now. Was she dead? Was she okay? With that thought, he didn't care about how good this place was. He just wanted to know she was okay, a chance to talk to her again. Though their relationship hasn't been personal, they were friends, basically family. And they were supposed to look out for one another. "God dammit..." He wasn't sure what else to say, the only thing that would be worse now was to find out that she had died, alone and scared.

Then things got worse, while Manny was brooding he heard the recognizable sound of flesh and bones, contacting hard with flesh and bones. He turned fast enough to see the military man who asked about Thana hit the ground hard. Manny stood up ready to assist however he could, but the smaller woman started on a rather long monologue in a language Manny didn't understand. German or Russian maybe. Not Spanish or French or anything of Latin root as far as he could tell. She was... clearly upset. Though due to a lack of translation ability on Manny's part, he couldn't make out why. Manny wanted to go in and ask if everything was alright, his expression showed that clearly, though he didn't think asking her anything was a good idea right now. He did notice that the guards were doing nothing about the situation, he found that... Weird. But the Russian woman was calming down now, loud sure, but at least she wasn't hitting again.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A

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Hunter held a list of trust and social issues and because of this he tried to keep his interactions with people as minimal as possible out of fear that he would either screw it up somehow, get stabbed in the back, or that anyone he tries to get close to ends up leaving this shitty world before he does. So waiting by the coffee machine for more coffee was a shitty place to avoid people he learned pretty quick. Most people didn't pay him much attention while he sat and drink his happy drink, but so many people walking into his direction was stressful as hell, and he struggled to hide it. He was already on bad terms with more people then he knew names for. The list was getting longer then he would have liked. He didn't think so many people were still coffee addicts, but there was at least a couple older guys getting coffee, the one armed girl who Hunter figured could still hold her own in a fight, event he other Monroe got another cup, though she left pretty fast once she had her cup. He was tempted to just get up and find a new spot, but he wondered if that would show how stressed he was and someone would use it later? What if he was being probed for weaknesses? He considered finding a fork or a knife for a weapon, but he wasn't sure he could take everyone if it broke out. Especially the ones with guns. But damn, he hated being unarmed with so many people around him and with the lack of an ability to leave.

Seemed a couple people came over for their cups of coffee and stayed a bit. They seemed a bit upset about what the officer man said. All Hunter could think was Damn... as he regretted not paying more attention. Only to realize he spoke out loud. Though he did get the bits about the rooms, he wondered if they would keep everyone isolated, or if they would get paired up. Or even more grouped up, like during high school trips that went over night and they put 5 people into a 2 bedroom hotel room. That was always fun. Granted, that was one trip. He wondered who he might get paired with? After all, this place was a motel and so he had trouble believing that this place wasn't big enough for people to get paired up. Singled up is hard to say, he didn't get that much of a look of the building. Though, he wasn't a big fan of anyone here so far. Everyone thought of him as an asshole, seemed top be scared of him, or would probably find a reason to get him shot at his first poorly placed joke. With that thought he chuckled. "Sorry ya can't take a joke." He mumbled to himself, again not realizing he was thinking out loud. But he was still smiling like he was having a good time.

The more he thought about it though, the less he liked being paired with anyone. Most people he has met since the world ended has either been an asshole, more paranoid then he was, tried to stab him in the back, scared of him, or dead. He wasn't really good at making friends. Though... a friend is what he needed now. He didn't see things going in his favor if he lacked someone to back him up. Even if just verbally to make sure a guard or someone else didn't try to fight him. Though, he still had his guard training to help him out if need be. He did recognize that he was a little rash at times, so maybe someone to talk him down from time to time. But as of right now, he wasn't a fan of anyone here. Though the people auditioning for pirates seemed cool enough. Part of him wanted to strike a conversation with the old man missing a leg, and the girl who had lost apart of her arm, but all he could do is open his mouth a little, only to close it without a sound. It was... a lot easier to talk to himself then others. Plus, they would most likely call him out as the loud mouth asshole who questioned this utopia like place. He was surprised about the lack of argument from everyone else here. Did they really believe this place was so perfect? He remembered a quote he learned in English class, what felt like such a long time ago... There is no such thing as a true utopia.

Just about when his thought on the situation was done, he saw one of the redhead girls sucker punch the soldier from the shower room right in the face. "Oh shit..." He figured things would get intense, the guards would get involved. Things were going south fast. He down his coffee as fast as he could and stood up, getting ready to smash the cup as a makeshift weapon. When things went south he wasn't planning on being unarmed. Even a broken cup would be better then nothing. He stopped himself before he committed to the action. For a couple reasons. The first, he picked up some of what the lady was saying. She was... speaking Russian? Seemed odd for this area of the world, but he knew some Russian, and was able to pick up... she was in distressed, not hostile. Too much. Also, there were guards who still had guns, and... they weren't getting involved?! He thought that was weird... SO getting involved with a sharp object was probably a bad idea... He set down the cup and looking at the situation. He started taking a few steps closer, ready to speak and maybe try to calm her down. It wasn't uncommon for people to get pushed to an extreme point and he wasn't innocent himself. But seeing as the girl knocked a guy two weight classes higher then her flat on his ass and he had the training to stop such a thing from happening, he stopped. Hunter was lighter then the guy, and most likely had less military experience. He had no plans to get his ass kicked into his throat today by a scary Russian lady.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Skills: N/A

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Manny had a few factors against him socially. Part of it, he tried to be social in a world where social norms died many years prior. His past groups have let him get away with that, a doctor without a friendly face was a doctor people wanted to avoid. Or replace. Most of the people he had been with before were about as isolated as he was, though they got a chance to see the world. He didn't have large windows outside the safety of nice strong walls, the longest being the most recent few months. Almost a year now that he thought about it. Him trying to be friendly, gave the impression that he was building trust only to take advantage of people. Or worse. He didn't blame anyone for that, there were a lot of fucked up people out there, and it only took one mistake to end it all.

Manny was reassured a little bit in the social department when Thalia responded to his short comment with a light laugh. "Wolves sound like a much better excuse compared to my only social reactions of people being nice because the fate of their lives are in my hands. Plus, wolves are kind of cute." He said with his own smile. He struggled with Thalia for some of the same issues, but they both could trust each other at a moments notice. If one of them was at risk of harm, they could trust that the other and the rest of their little group would back them up to the best of their ability. With the exception of a few missing limbs. Trust like that was valuable beyond anything else, even the ability to be social in the new world.

The new rules explained to the group of new people were pretty strait forward. Commodities in exchange for cooperation and taking care of themselves and their housing area. They would be given a series of exams and test and checkups through the week, seemed like more fun to Manny then anything else. This place almost made him giddy thinking about it! This reminded him of days before things fell apart, and he was excited. He almost wondered why the military group that was guarding the stadium he was evacuated to didn't do anything they were doing here? They just took names, asked for conditions, then moved on. Were they that overwhelmed or did they not know what they were doing? He thought it was weird thinking back. But things seemed like it would be impossible for something like that to happen here. The new arrivals soon started calling out names one by one for the bags of personal goods. Combs, clothes, and most importantly, TOOTHBRUSHES! Dental care, something that most people neglect in the post apocalyptic world.

When Manny's turn came he stood up, still a little slow but he made his way up to retrieve his bag. "I don't think you all understand how much this means to me. Some aspects of life have been almost forgotten about since the old world fell apart. I am glad to see that someone is taking note of the importance of dental hygiene." he spoke with a huge smile on his face. "Thank you Auntie for this." He said, taking the bag and returning to his seat.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A

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The officer person kept talking. Hunter took notes, but he held little interest. He wasn't a fan of officers much, he also didn't like the officer to everyone else ratio here. Seemed a little drastic for his liking, even by pre apocalypse standards. That was a concern for another day. Hunter finished his coffee, and got another cup. The officer still kept talking, but then a new woman started, explaining about basic hygiene and stuff like that. It wasn't a strong suit of his by any standard but he still would do the best he could. He was mostly out of practice anyways. Plus his old professions were not practical to be 100% clean all the time. The woman's name was Auntie, or so he got. He found it weird when people had family nick names in with their names. But eh shrugged it off for now.

He saw many people go up before him. One of the guys that called him stupid went, the lady that had the baby on and off, the guy that had the baby in the off time, there was the other Monroe, the girl that didn't want to talk to him. Like most girls. A couple people in auditions to be pirates, a few people walking all high and mighty, probably former military or kiss ups. a really really REALLY fucking old guy, then Hunter's name was called. As far as he could tell he was last. Why was he last? So he could see everyone else as an example of how to act? So that he could be dragged away with a false sense of hope? But that would be easier when he was alone with Shears... Or maybe it was a luck factor? But what decided the luck? The more that he thought about it, the more he decided he was over thinking it. Chances are it was just he was just last because it was easiest, or someone forgot about him and added him last minute.

No matter the reason, he stood up and walked up to the woman called Auntie and accepted his bag and clothes. "Thank you for these." He didn't care what was in the bags. But he is sure they would be useful in some way shape or form. Then he returned to his spot to drink coffee. He still didn't have a strong plan for if things went wrong. Nor allies to help him.... if things went wrong and everyone scattered, he was alone. But again, if they wanted to, the best chance had passed. Unless they were waiting for them to sleep. That might make sense.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Manny could tell pretty fast his presence was unwelcome. Sometimes he forgot that compared to many other survivors he had it pretty good in recent years. He was almost always behind walls of some sort, with many sealed doors between him and the outside. There were for sure exceptions, the last few months being the most recent one. But many people were tense now when approached by strangers. Worried for what they might do. And these people had a kid, a baby at that. Had Manny been what the young couple had been through he isn't sure he would be as open to interaction with so many new people all at once either. He was hesitant with the people he was with now when they first met. Granted, he was a prisoner of Eden at the time. Now, they were in a well armed, and fortified camp, with more new people they a single person might be able to count. No, this was probably too much for them. Though both of them were willing to give their names, so he figured that was something at least. Tatiana, and Jack. He did take note how they avoided introducing their child. Again, didn't blame them. He just thought it was sad that so many people felt they needed to be so distrustful. He wasn't innocent himself though.

Thalia had a brief conversation with both of them, Manny figured being new to the party he probably couldn't add much without making things more tense. Thalia ended the conversation and Manny agreed with her that it was probably time to get up. "It was nice meeting you both. Sorry for the disturbance." Manny made his way out of his chair and debating giving the child a small wave just to see if he would smile or not. Thinking about it, he decided it probably wasn't best to push things with them. Not until they were more comfortable with the situation. After stepping away from the couple Manny sighed. "Hey Thalia, I think I am out of touch with too many people nowadays. It's showing now too." Manny grabbed himself a cup of coffee and sat down in the first empty seat he could find. He would get better as time went on here, but for now, he had to be smart about these things. Approaching the young couple with the baby wasn't the best idea now that he thought about it.

Before Manny had a chance to butcher another potential friendship a group of three people walked in with papers and a series of carts. Carrying clothes and shoes? That would be a nice change to things. Robes were comfy and all, but they only did so much practically. The man leading this new group of people seemed serious, someone to not mess with. Good posture too. Manny wondered what the man did before the old world fell apart. The first rule he listed seemed pretty strait forward. Do not stab them in the back. Manny didn't have the means to do that effectively, and no reason to do so. He had no reason to give these people to not trust him, and he had no reason to not trust them.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: Lice and Tick removal -> Quarantine
Skills: N/A

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It would appear that Hunter wasn't helping his issue with causing people to not trust him. Granted, he didn't trust any of them either. Sure they didn't shoot him in the back. Yet. But his old unit didn't yet either. At least to him. Same with his last group. They would have eventually. And he would be damned if he let his guard down now, after getting this far into this shit show. Hunter noticed one of the guards came back to watch over their hair cutting. Shame, meant if something went down it would be two against him. And one had firepower. Though he was impressed to see that the old man, Shears, had been a barber for so long. It's rare that someone can stick with their passion, especially after everyone is dead. And then some. "Is it safe to say you like to cut hair then? Since you've been doing it so long?" Hunter did figure he pushed the questions a bit much as Shears got the idea pretty fast.

Hunter did a little chuckle in response to Shears observation. "We're not alone? Also, I am just a curious little boy who likes to know things." He said in his most innocent voice. "Though you're not likely to go for that gag. Truth be told, I do like knowing things. But that Helicopter thing is mostly just bugging me now." He wondered if they were looking for something. And if so, what. Shears was not impressed with his questioning though. "All my blocks are well accounted for. And they aren't my people. I just happened to be near them when we were spotted. I came alone with my dog. People are too... Untrustworthy if you know what I mean. Dogs, they're loyal to the very end." Though, shears commenting on how bad things might be with Maddog didn't help. It only meant that his first impressions were really starting to struggle. When they finished Hunter stood up and thanked the man with a polite "Thank you." and a wave. And he followed the major back to the conference room.

Once back at the conference room Hunter walked in quietly, not speaking a word. Just observing, and listening. He had drawn a lot of attention to himself. And he didn't want to give another indirect impression of himself to all the new people just because he was in the same room as one person he might piss off. So he would stay quiet. Soon after a few people came in with carts, buckets, and clothes. Hunter debated getting some food, but something about the head honcho of the new arrivals reminded him of something. Was he military too? He almost wanted to stand in attention rather then get food. But he had lacked a meal since... longer then he could recount. It had mostly been scraps he has been getting by on just to stay alive. Didn't help he was carrying enough gear for a fully equipped soldier, and then some. He grabbed a plate and threw on food, not caring what food it was, just something, and ate it down like it was the last meal he was ever going to have. As if someone was going to take it away from him. He did notice the words coming from the man named Gunny. He was some kind of officer, made sense. He had that presence. But Hunter took note of the first rule. Don't stab them in the back. Seemed like a weird one to start with. Hunter wondered if they were talking to him directly. But subtly.

He slowed down on the food now. He was listening. Was this a warning? A threat? God he wished he wasn't unarmed. All he could do now was wait, listen, and be ready to act if things did go south. He wanted to tell himself that they wouldn't because if they would it would have happened already, but he still couldn't convince himself that without thinking he was foolish.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A

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Manny decided he could enjoy this place, both Mae and Moralez seemed like friendly people. And the fact that this community has been around since day 1 is pretty impressive! So this place must have gone through revision after revision to make things the way they are now! Or again, military dictatorship. But he liked the first thought more. Hearing that Mae has been here since the town had been jump started was impressive! With Moralez arriving only a couple years ago meant that adjusting to life couldn't be too hard. He seemed a younger then some people he's met today so far, so that gave Manny hope too for integration. "Thank you both for your time, and this amazing food. I'm glad to hear you both think so fondly of this place." Manny was offered the full story about how Moralez arrived later, seemed they both had places to go. Manny wished them a farewell and was on his way.

Manny figured it had something to do with Doc coming in only moments later to explain how they should be eating lighter foods then what they were offered. Manny almost spoke up, but decided against it. He didn't get too much food to begin with, so he finished his plate and set it down so he could keep his hands free again. Didn't seem to matter much, seems the good doctor lost the debate, and the survivors got to keep their feast. He felt bad for him, but he also hasn't had a real meal in a long time. Letting the situation pass he decided to find somewhere to sit, he was getting old and he would rather not push his standing limit again.

Manny noticed Thalia sitting with a few people from one of the other groups. Seemed as good a place as any to sit and rest. Plus, the young girl despite being one of the stronger people he has known in life, could probably use some backup. And who better then a tall, lean, dentist figure who will scold people for lack of proper dental hygiene. He let Thalia finish her introduction before eventually making his way to sit, though he was clearly stiff. A lack of a proper bed in recent time as well as just general old age has been harsh. "God, don't grow old. Nothing works right after you pass 60." He said as a little introductory joke. Though Manny got the idea that Thalia would have preferred others from their group as support, he also figured that there were a lot of people, and until further notice, they had only a few they could trust for sure. They seemed nice enough though. "I'm Emanuel, but most people call me Manny. Has a ring people seem to like." Thalia had already covered the before the shit storm question, but he didn't catch any names yet. "Mind if I ask you names?" He spoke in a calm friendly voice, stopping to smile and give the little baby wave.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: Lice and Tick removal
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As with most situations, Hunter had trouble deciding how he felt about the situation. Did he find the fact that everyone else needed to get shaved and he didn't funny? Yes. Yes indeed. Did he feel bad when Amelia the redhead isolated herself on the verge of tears. It reminded Hunter of when he left his base for the last time. He was alone, everything he had known was false, and he had nothing to hold onto to keep calm, and be reminded that things were okay. It was nice to see she wasn't alone though, another girl who Hunter still didn't know walked up to her and seemed like she was trying to make her feel better. He wondered what their relation was, family? Friends? Granted, these days that could mean the same thing. Hunter did decide he wasn't a fan of Shears reaction to Amelia's feelings, what he would classify as a severe dick move. Out of habit when any conflict seemed present he reached for his hatchet slowly and calmly, only to realize he had been disarmed and had nothing on him. Once that was apparent to him, he put his arm back to his side keeping his face as expressionless the whole time.

The man called Shears offered to cut his hair down to a trim though which was nice. Hunter decided to hold off on his feelings of the man for now and get a gauge when they were alone. When everyone else left and the hair was cleared Hunter made his way over to the barber chair. "Have you always been a barber? Even before shit went to hell? Or did you do something else before?" He asked Shears, wondering about the person that would have a potentially sharp thing by his head for several moments. Though he tried to hide it, he would be noticeably anxious with Shears around his head and Hunter not being in a position to react if things went south. "Hey this thought just came to me, this community must be pretty big to support those walls and to have people in positions none combat based. How many people are fighter or soldiers here if you don't mind me asking Shears? IT has to be a lot by my guess." He didn't have a guess, he just wanted to see what he could find out. So Hunter tried to sound friendly, though he was poor with words, but he still had a boyish tone from time to time which could sound friendly. He wanted to know as much about these people as possible. "What's this General character like? Is he pretty strict? Because I think I am on poor terms with Maddog as of right now. So I want to know what I am getting into." He questioned saying that last part, but it was too late now to retreat that question.

A thought did come to his mind, if Hunter wanted to make a break for it, now would probably be the best time. But without weapons or knowledge of the area, he didn't think he could last too long. Plus, he had no idea what to expect from shears here. For all he knew he could be some badass ninja master with a heavy weight belt to back it up. Not a fight Hunter wanted to be in. "Hey, between you and me, do you know what the helicopter was doing outside today? Seems weird to use something so... That, for a simple patrol. It just seems odd to me." Hunter stopping to think, he was pushing these questions. He had no idea how these people may react to someone like him who is already on bad terms asking too many questions. He'd stop asking for now, and let things play out. If things went south, he could figure out an escape plan.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Manny had gotten started on reading but didn't get too far before the door slammed open making him jump from his nice simple chair. "Holy Shit!" He screamed as he jumped up. and dropped his book. He was not a fan of surprising loud noises, and he had gotten a little too into this book to really prepare for something like that. But it was worth it to see an older woman walk into the room with a cart full of various foods. Foods Manny thought he never would see or be able to try again. "Holy shit...." he said again, but in a more calm surprised then an outburst. He watched as the woman who called herself Mae introduced herself and presented the large assortment of food stuffs.

Manny would wait for others to gather some food before he would grab some. When everyone else got their food, he would get himself a cup of coffee, some potatoes with gravy, and some seared fished. Once his plate was together he went up to Mae and Moralez to thank them both. "Thank you both very much for this. I don't think I've seen a meal like this sense..." He thought about it. Even before the outbreak, living alone presented few opportunities to do anything special such as making a decent meal like this. "Probably at least a year prior to things falling apart. So Thank you both very much. I'm Emanuel, but most people tend to call me Manny. How long have you both been here? What's it like?" Manny figured this would be a good chance to get to know some of the people here, and get a grasp of what life might be like here. Mostly, everyone seemed happy, but he wanted a chance to see if things were really that happy. So far these people have been nothing but hospitable to them, but it didn't hurt to learn a few things.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: Lice and Tick removal
Skills: N/A

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Hunter wasn't too amused by the wooden room. He admitted that it looked nice, but he couldn't understand the purpose. What he did eventually get, is that ever new comer in this room other then him had lice. All he had was a simple tick. He chuckled thinking about the odds of things happening like that. His history normally he got the short straw compared to the people around him. The laugh itself was brief but his grin stayed put. Especially when the poor people with lice were given the choice between being shaved or being stuck in isolation. The more he thought about it though, the more he regretted smiling and chuckling. His grin quickly turned into a face of guilt, especially seeing how the girl who more or less ignored him seemed upset by it. Amelia her name was as far as Hunter remembered. He felt bad for her, though she seemed panicked and stressed about a lot. Paranoia maybe? A loose guess would be that. Though how it related to hair he didn't know. The choice wasn't given to him because he didn't have lice, but if needed he would be fine with it. His hair was getting pretty long anyways. For now, Hunter made a move on to catch up with Doc so he could get the damn freeloader off his head.

Doc pulled out a small jar and filled it with rubbing alcohol, setting it near him. Pulling out a Sharpie Permanent Black Fine Tipped marker, he motioned Hunter to come closer. "Okay, hold still, just going to mark the area before I remove it. I'll check daily to see if any of the redness spreads to make sure no rash spreads and if you get feverish at all let me know right away. Chances of you getting Lyme Disease down in these parts is slim to none but better to be safe," Doc said as he drew a small circle around where the tick was. Capping the pen he slipped it in his pocket before taking a pair of needle nose tweezers and getting as close as possible to the head of the tick he yanked it off fast and dropped it in the liquid to drown it. "Old wives tales tell you to paint it with nail polish, or cover it in petroleum jelly or burn it off, never do that," he said as he cleaned the area and then washed his hands before capping the bottle and slipping it in his bag. "Alright, all done, just have a seat over with the done group."

Once done Hunter did what he was told with a slight thank you to the doctor. The Doc didn't cut his head off or slit his throat while he was open to being attacked, so he figured that was a plus. He made his way to the seating area and waited trying to not draw more negative attention. Probably the best way to do that would have been to shut up entirely, but Hunter has issues with that. So he spoke his mind and dealt with whatever consequences there were. Both Positive and Negative. "Hey Shears, you think you'd be up for trimming me too? Something short like what the army used to do before they... You know all died. Then Undied." The words made sense in his head. He figured trying to correct or explain more would make him seem more foolish.