Shoe Thief

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Mess Hall (c) --> Medical (B) Skills: N/A

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Manny was enjoying the day so far. Had some fun conversations, the food was decent, and despite the uncomfortable conditions of the basement, he was feeling good. He loved his conversation with Lisa as well. It was nice to talk with someone in the medical field like himself, even if they were generations apart. Plus, she was a talker, much like Manny himself. Not that he minded people who weren't, but he enjoyed the conversation. Plus, if there is anything he has learned from being near youth, it was that a fresh perspective was very important. Sure, older ways of medicine were more reliable when resources were so limited that modern methods would be too risky, but there are reasons they are considered out dated. There are things that can be done before the outbreak , that if someone had proposed doing while he was still in school, they would have been laughed at, and then threatened to have their license suspended if they tried it. His best guess? Especially in times like these, get a good mix of both. Have a solid understanding of the basics, so when all else fails you can resort to it, but keep your methods up to date as often as possible.

Manny was glad to hear that Lisa intended to stick with medical. Especially here where this field wasn't just a job. He had met so many people who had just joined the field to make a decent buck, not caring about how. Manny wasn't a fan of those people. He had hoped that once they got into the field they would see the good they were doing, and make that the focus. Sure, money was nice and helped, but he had trouble trusting a doctor who was just in it for the money. What he did find interesting was the Rube Goldberg trap. "Huh, I can see how that would be amusing. I hope you get the chance someday. Sad to say though that isn't an area of my expertise. But I am sure as the walkers get older, and easier to deal with, this place will relax more on rules for going outside. And you may get your chance." He wasn't sure of this. In fact, for all he knew the only time they would get to leave would be the rare chance like the funeral today, or if the walls were ever expanded. He hoped that wasn't the case, sure the logic made sense, but he didn't like the idea of spending the rest of his life behind walls.

It was time to go back, so Manny finished his food, put away what needed to be put away, and promptly started going back to work. It seemed today though the two of them would be pulled to clean some boats, and be some messengers. Seemed like fun. "Alright, so we touch up here, we drop the papers off at Administration, and then we clean boats. Sounds like fun." He had no idea if it would be fun or not. BUT! He would try to have fun with it. "You think cleaning the boats will be particularly hard?" He asked Lisa while they finished up things at Medical. After they were done there, he would make sure to take the trip to Administration to drop off the papers. THEN! Off to the boats!!

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Hunter Monroe Location: Condo 32 F --> Mechanics (K) Skills:N/A

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Hunter gave his favorite being in the whole world a great big hug, Izibel put up with it for the moment knowing it would end soon, and happy for the attention. What she wasn't happy for was when Hunter got up and left, leaving her in the bedroom. The look of shock and awe on her face would have broken Hunter's heart. But, he had work to do. When he got outside he found himself confronted by a human. His first thought, "Oh shit I finally did it, someone's going to do me in". But seeing as He was still alive and she didn't seem hostile it was probably a sign of him over reacting. He was surprised about the plastic bag in his hand, and it finally clicked to him what was being said. "Oh... Sorry. Old... habits. Wont happen again." She seemed nice, and he realized that thinking he was about to bite a bullet probably wasn't the most appropriate response to being confronted by a person. But as Hunter would say, old habits.

Hunter stood there holding his used bag of dog shit. Thankfully empty, but it was still gross. When she said something about play time for Izibel and some other dogs, it seemed nice enough. "Thanks. I'll try for it." He was supposed to meet Gunny today, sure it was hours before, but he had no idea what it was for. Maybe it was a new job assignment? Or maybe it was another complaint against him. The latter seemed more likely. Hunter went back and picked up the droppings, dropped them in the bin, and then went off back towards work. Between getting distracted in the mess hall, making the side trip to get back to his sweet doggie, getting distracted and having to go back and fix his mess up, he heard the Siren right as the building came into sight. "Fuck Buckets." Yeah he figured this was a shit show waiting to happen now. "Great, how was your first day of work Hunter? Oh it was great other Hunter I cleaned up a disaster of a human shit hole, got food, attempted a shitty apology because ignoring Nikki the whole day seemed like a bad idea, cleaned up doggy shit, then I got to be late for work! And I still get to go see one of the top people today! One who offered to shoot me at that! Wow that sounds great first Hunter. I know right other Hunter?" He spoke with a quiet tone, but with an exaggerated voice. He also spoke to calm himself. It was easier to think out loud, and helped him to realize how things were probably not as bad as they seemed. He took a breath, and tried to get over it. "Just... Fucking get over yourself you fucking neet." He spoke in his usual, emotionally suppressed, defeated tone. Calm, quiet, and ready to just get it over with. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he more or less figured if they were going to shoot him, they would have done it by now. Claimed he failed entry, and just bring him to nowhere and put a bullet in the back of his head.

Hunter made his way into the building, no over confident demeanor had at times, nor showing his defeated mood. Finding Mizrahi Hunter got his attention. "Sorry I'm late... Won't happen again..." He said, shame in his voice. Hunter was man things, most of which were probably not great, but he wasn't a slacker. So being late hurt. "Safe to say that bathroom needs more work right?" All things considering, the bathroom job wasn't bad. Hunter dealt with few people, and the smell wasn't too bad. Sure, for a place that seemed so... clean stingy. It was horrid. But compared to sewer work, it wasn't bad. Though he figured this place would be better for a weeks worth of sewer work better then hunter was when he found himself trapped. The gas mask he had at the time was Supposed to stop smell. Supposed to being the key word. He wasn't sure if it was because the filters he had got were in his bag which got submerged, or if it was because they were older then the masks the army usually issued. He still had no idea how old the filters were, he wasn't sure the command of his unit knew either. He did remember thanking Uncle Sam for his preparedness for disaster situations as his faulty filters failed him one after another. He hoped whatever poor bastard that got stuck doing it here had better gear then he did back way back when.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Mess Hall (c) Skills: N/A

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There seemed to be a lot going on in the mess hall, but Manny didn't have much to do with it. Nor did he have a solid idea of what was going on. Though he was curious, he was ready for things to settle down a bit. Sitting by Lisa after getting his food he ate at a comfortable pace. Sure, the time wasn't too long for food. But it was long enough that he didn't have to rush as long as he didn't get too distracted. It seemed things were pretty calm overall where most of the people were sitting which was nice.

Snapping back to where Manny was sitting, seemed that is was primarily him and Lisa. "I think I will be heading over today." Talking about the funeral, though he wouldn't admit he felt weird about it. He actually didn't know anyone who had died. The closest being Gavin who had died in front of him when he chose to save Thana... who was mobile almost instantly. Manny knew he let that get to him more then he should have, but he couldn't let it go. What would have happened if he had decided to try and save Gavin first? Would Thana have died? IF that was the case was there even a decision he could have made then? Especially with what he knew now? He stopped himself from thinking those thoughts. There were better things to think about. "I'll do whatever I can though before I leave. No reason to slack off on my part because I am leaving early. The opposite as long as these old bones will let me." It was a simple conversation that Manny enjoyed, the simple ones were the best in his mind.

As the conversation moved on, he found it continued to his time here so far. "The sleep was good. The morning alarm will take some getting used too, but I have worked with worse." Being the only doctor of his former dentist office years ago, made it so he always had a busy schedule. Sure, he enjoyed the work, but it was long hours back to back. This felt pretty standard for the old doctor. "So, if given the chance what would you like to get into? Career wise I mean. Like is there a specific area in medical that peaks your interest? Or is there something outside of medical that you would like to try someday?" Everyone has dreams, and depending how this place worked, many former world dreams could still apply here.

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Hunter Monroe Location: Messhall (C) --> Condo 32 F Skills:N/A

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Lunch was weird. Granted Hunter thought this whole place was weird. And people were weird. And fish were weird. And just so happen that lunch had all of the above. He was thinking about what the guy named Guy said. Could that mess himself and ash really be cause by one person? And if so, that seemed like a logistical nightmare, having two people dedicated to cleaning one room that was messed up from one person. It didn't make sense. But that wasn't his to to make sense of it. If the people here really wanted to do that then fine, whatever. The guy named Guy seemed nice though, and put in a good word for Ash. Not that he had too much against Ash, and most of what eh did have against him was following quarantine.

He heard a comment about being back on his feet coming from Bass. Hunter didn't take any malice from him when he said it, in fact it seemed nice. But for some reason, he felt like he wanted to fight Bass. Particularly take a lunch tray and whip it sideways like an axe. He didn't, but Hunter stared at the man with deep thought as he sat comfortably in his seat. Hunter wasn't sure why he felt such aggression towards the man, but maybe he reminded Hunter of someone he knew. But if that was the case then who? Surely if Hunter hated someone that much he would remember them? After a failed attempt at a quiet apology towards Nigel, he wondered how badly he fucked up the night before with how many people responded to his comment. Mostly what he thought was "Oh shit who else do I have to apologize towards?" He wasn't sure, but he was sure he would find out. Hopefully not at knife point. What surprised him was that it wasn't scorning, but... people were accepting his apology. He didn't really expect that. Sure, people tolerated him, but he didn't expect.... all of this. Even Ash, the former army Captain offered to talk about his problems and how he got past them. Hunter figured he may take him up on that offer.

Hunter was confused when Nigel said he knew who needed the apology the most. And Hunter at that moment. Had no idea. And it showed on his face. It wasn't until he noticed Nikki walking in he understood. "Oh.... shit. Right...." Hunter got up, dealt with his tray, and walked over to Nikki. He knew if he wasn't fast he was going to be late, but this needed to be done. Hunter rushed across the mess hall and went up to Nikki and Amelia. He didn't know much about Amelia other then she was close friends with the other girl, and that she brushed him off when they were in quarantine. He found it weird, but moved on as he had his own priorities. "Nikki, I am short on time so I will make it quick. First, sorry because I will have to leave the moment I stop speaking here. Next, I think I did some pretty stupid things last night, so sorry for that too I don't know what exactly... I said or did... but I remember you being upset so... sorry. I'll make better steps to not do...what I did last night again." He stopped for a moment to catch his thoughts. Then spoke again. "I also understand that if what I am saying now means nothing compared to what I did last night, from what I can gather it seemed pretty.... bad. So sorry again... but I have to go... Izibel needs to go out before I go back to work...." He left with nearly no time to spare. He gave a wave to Amelia because fuck it. Best case scenario he could figure out why she brushed him off. Worst case scenario, she got all confused and her confusion would amuse Hunter.

Hunter ran to his apartment, unsure of the time, but knowing this needed to be done. He was met by his massive body of love and muscle opening the door. He let her know what a good girl she was, and took her outside to poop in the designated area. He rushed her along as she wanted to take her time, and then despite his loving dogs protests, brought her back inside. Though he did spend a moment petting her and letting her know it wouldn't be forever. He wasn't sure of that but she seemed like she needed the reassurance.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Medical (B) --> Mess Hall (c) Skills: N/A

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Manny found talking to Lisa rather entertaining. She seemed interested in whatever stories came up, and had plenty of her own. "When you start getting old, you start building a nice resume on history." He did appreciate how she would keep what he told her private unless he decided to share it as well. "Don't worry too much about it. Anyone that knows me likely wont believe they are true stories." He said with a joking grin. "Truth be told though, it is a life that will most people don't fare well in. I surely wouldn't have if I didn't get out when I had the chance." The conversation was simple. And Manny hadn't given out any details he wished to keep private. Sure the next question he could have shared some more personal details, but he figured a fun story would be better. "A big fight with other gangs? Rarely. Most gangs weren't more then 4-6 people. Plus, in my youth I was a couple inches taller, and was a hell of a lot stronger. And it showed. Few people were brave enough to deal with "Emanuel, the Spanish Bear"." He said laughing. "I found the name silly, but Joshua used it, and no one talked back to Joshua." He said with a very serious face. Could still be him telling his story, but looking at his face along it was impossible to tell.

He broke the face eventually though. "But no, not many fights. Mostly it was just chasing each other off so we could harass small shops for free shit." He did find her comments about getting old interesting. "It is Absolutely a choice. Keep the mentality of a young and strong youth, take care of yourself. Then you wont get old. With that though, the alternative isn't much of an option. You're right on that front." He left out the part that once you get really up there, keeping that mentality becomes harder and harder. But no reason to share that logic. "Thanks for showing me the ropes in here. It has been quite a while since I have had to do work like this. And it's showing I am rusty beyond what I thought I was. So thank you." He figured going into his fear of tight spaces wasn't worth it.

Manny assisted when cleaning and putting away the tools, and making sure everything in that regard was taken care of. Mary had her blood samples at work still as they were getting ready to leave. He wondered what they were for? It puzzled him for what it might be for, but he didn't think too much into it. Blood checks were not uncommon, and he figured that was still the case. Didn't mean he wasn't curious though.

The mess hall by the time they got there was interesting, a bit packed around the people he would usually sit by. To summarize ti pretty well, he saw the young Hunter trying to squeeze his thin frame between a few people. Wonder if it was to get near someone he knew? Either way, he figured it was good for him to be social and fix his reputation considering how his last week has gone. Especially last night. "If you don't mind, I may sit with you today. Seems the people I normally sit around are packed pretty tightly together today. Not sure I could find a seat." He spoke with a smile on his face, it was a nice problem to have when Everyone was getting along so well that seating was a challenge. Manny got himself some food, then would sit wherever Lisa found herself going.

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Hunter Monroe Location:Mechanics (K) --. Messhall (C) Skills:N/A

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Did everyone know everyone?! It was insane to Hunter how many people seemed to know each other despite the unlikely chances. It made him wonder if any of those odds were in his favor? Or maybe they weren't since all of these people kept finding people they knew. The new guy was named.... Guy? Weird name but whatever. The tall guy had apparently been stuck on this bathroom job for a long time, and it never seemed to get better. That only increased what Hunter thought about "What the hell goes on in there to cause this kind of madness!? "I vote we call it a lost cause, and scuttle the room. I'm sure this place has what we need for napalm? Even if not much?" He presented it as a serious idea to try and pitch into the conversation. But he figured there was no way anyone would actually think he would go through with an idea like that. Though cutting ties to the bathroom did seem like a good idea. How much traffic could a place like this see that this building couldn't get away with a single bathroom? Hunter also found it off how Guy kept referring to the Ash as Boss. It was weird. Everything here was weird to the former soldier boy. But he introduced himself nicely so Hunter would do the same back. "Hunter. Nice to meet you. And thanks." He seemed nice enough though, so Hunter decided he was likeable.

What got Hunter really off Guard was Ash's apology to him. After going through a rather lengthy conversation with the guy named Guy, he turned towards Hunter and apologized for not hosing him off. Hunter was visibly confused, and wasn't really sure how to react at first. SO he let him continue talking. When he was done talking, Hunter froze for a moment not really sure how to respond. Then after a moment spoke. "Yeah uh... No problem. Shit happens." He figured it must have taken a lot for Ash to say that. Despite Hunter's best attempts at humor, it was very likely he still didn't like Hunter. Which made sense, but that wasn't the point in the soldier boy's head. Soon enough though the interaction came for lunch. Hunter got some of his clothes back on and made his way over to get food.

While on his way to get food, Hunter decided he needed to take care of a lot of things. Even though most of the last night was a blur, he remembered people being upset, and he knew there was probably a decent chance that a lot of that was his fault as people got upset with him enough while he was sober. But most vividly he could still remember Nigel present a lot through the night. To add onto the list of things he needed to worry about, Izibell would probably need to go out. She most likely hadn't been an indoor dog for quite some years. And being pretty sure she was a service dog before, probably wasn't too much one at that. She would probably want some outside time. So he would have to hurry on that as well. Once inside the mess hall Hunter rushed to grab some sushi. He had never really had any before so it seemed nice to try. He did a quick thank you to the cooking staff, and made his way over to get things in motion. Sitting as close as he could to Nigel he sat and ate his food in silence. There were actually a lot of the new people here now that he looked at it. Even Ash again. Weird how all of these people gravitated towards each other. Maybe it had something to do with being stuck in isolation together for a week.

After he ate his food like it would vanish if he didn't eat it soon he was able to pay a little attention to the conversation. Mostly, the old guy who started choking, but kept insisting he was fine. He was eventually but damn. What a scare. Alexander he was pretty sure the name was. And if memory served, he said he was also army while in the showers. When the commotion died down he took a moment to get Nigel's attention. He kept his voice down as to try and keep the number of people not apart of the conversation to a minimal, but with how close everyone sat it would be hard to avoid. "Hey so... Sorry about last night. Think I did something stupid. Sorry." He wasn't really sure what else to add, and he didn't dare ask how badly he fucked up the night before. So he wasn't sure 100% what he was apologizing for. "I'll go and take better care next time. Thanks for... putting up with that crap." He worked on finishing his food, keeping as little eye contact with other people as he did. While also going through it as fast as he could. He still had a lot to do while on lunch break. He also had to remember everyone he needed to apologize too. There was a surprising lack of Nikki from the night before, he wondered if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Medical (B) Skills: N/A

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Manny was clearly struggling. Though he was toughing through it, he still let it get to him more then he would like to admit. Though he had been cleaning pretty regularly still despite this, it seemed parts of the conversation between him and Lisa he missed all together. Damn, he was struggling more then he thought. She either didn't notice, or didn't mind. He was thankful for that, and promised himself to keep at this for now, and make sure to not fuck up like that again. Thankfully enough of the conversation stuck with the old doctor that he was able to keep up in conversation. It seemed that she had a life that she enjoyed in some ways at least before all of this went down. That was great to see, it was good to see a positive outlook in youth.

When the question came to what Manny was looking to get into, he assumed she meant if Manny was considering medical all his life. "Well, my plan wasn't to become a doctor until I was in my 20's. Before then? I thought I was going to rule the streets of Jacksonville. Me and my little gang of assholes." He said with the biggest smile on his face. "Oh the days of being young and stupid. Though to be fair, met some of my closest friends through those days." Despite how rough they were with each other, other kids, other people, and overall being general assholes, they were loyal to each other. And accepted Manny as he became more open about himself. "Though that plan went strait down the toilet. So I became a doctor, helped my old friends how I could, and still gave spite to my father. Overall, a win." Even if the steps there weren't pleasant.

When the comment about the plaster came up from Mary after the brief alarm noise, it suddenly clicked to Manny was he had missed. Then in that same moment, he wasn't distracted by his conversations and fears anymore. When Mary left, Manny turned to Lisa to apologize. "Um... sorry. That was my bad. Not... Yeah that was my bad. Thanks for.... that yeah thanks..." He was afraid to admit it, but he was embarrassed about it. "I won't let that happen again..." Manny did what he could for the final cleanups before lunch. His age and fear slowed him a little, but he worked hard and did what he could in a short time and did his damned best to get everything taken care of. "Don't get old Lisa. It sucks, and your favorite foods will never taste the same. Plus, most of those senior citizen discounts are a lie." He said with a little smile to try and brighten the mood after his mess up. While also trying to hide the fact he wasn't enjoying his time in the basement, and how embarrassed he was about forgetting the plaster.

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Hunter Monroe Location:Mechanics (K) Skills:N/A

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The longer Hunter got to know these people, the more strange he found them. And the more questions his developing mind had about them. At the very least, the cleaning went well. Even if Ash seemed to struggle with it more then Hunter. Even though Hunter was tempted to toy with the former army captain, he held off. He seemed better to tolerate then most officers he had met, so he didn't want to push that relationship too far until he knew how good his sense of humor was. At the very least, he could clean for himself, and he could probably care for himself. Hunter had some respect for the man just from that. Soon enough though, the man that Thana, or Sparrow as some called her, came in to let them know to stop. Cool, no more shit covered walls. At least for now.

Seeing the great light of the sun as they walked outside was amazing, even if it was ungodly hot outside. And what waited for them? The most amazing of holy treasures, fresh fucking Water. "Oh thank god..." He said out loud before rushing over and taking a sip. After a couple sips, he stopped. His lack of human interaction showing again. "Thank you..." He said to Mizrahi. Years ago, before all of the stuff with corpses coming back to life, he was a lot better about his manners. But between a lack of human interaction, and what human interactions he did have being... less then pleasant. His manners were rusty. What really got Hunter? Was the Captain surprising Hunter again. When he offered to hose off Hunter, the soldier boy turned and saw the scars that he had. They were... similar... to the ones Hunter had. That was an uncomfortable thought in Hunter's mind. He seemed so... Happy... As if the scars meant nothing to him. Or if the reasoning behind the scars meant nothing. Or maybe less then what he got out of them.

It made Hunter look down at his own hands for a moment. His hands were scarred up to hell, some burns, plenty of cuts. Some more noticeable then others, the ones that stuck out most to Hunter... The ones where his hands were cut up against the vent where he killed Don... And the ripped up blister scars from improper patch work afterwards, and aggressive usage of his hands in the days that followed. He looked back at Ash, with questions clearly flowing through his mind. Maybe this was the man to ask? He was Army, like him, and had ones he cared for, and cared for him. Maybe he was the one to answer them? Before Hunter could answer or acknowledge Ash's comment, and before Hunter could ask his question, some guy came up and things went nuts from there. And yet again to Hunter's surprise, more people knew each other?! "what the fuck..." He said lightly under his breath in clear confusion.

When it became clear that Ash was too busy with his new lover, Hunter decided he didn't want to spend lunch time smelling like shit. Sure he probably smelled worse when he came in, but that wasn't the point. Hunter took his own shirt off, and was half tempted to go for the pants too, but he wasn't sure if that was a good thing so he could get the smell of shit off his legs, or if it was a good thing to keep his pants on. He opted to keep the pants. Taking his shirt off left him with his own scars to show, but they didn't show as well as his skeletal structure was more visible then the scars on his torso. Hunter hosed himself off as fast as he could while still getting cleaned. He stood there with the hose, very tempted to hose down the Army Captain in his moment of distraction. Anyone paying attention could notice what he was tempted to do. The stare he gave Ash, the evil grin, and his grip on the hose, the only question left was if he would actually go through with it. Though he held off again. He still had no idea if this guy could take a joke. His reaction to his AMAZING private comment was... Non existent. Shame. It would have been funny. He turned off the hose for now. If Ash asked, he would hose him down and help him get cleaned. If he decided he would rather hug it out with the other dude and decided that getting the smell off by pawning it off on someone else, all for it.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Medical (B) Skills: N/A

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The facility was nice, though clearly still had some areas where accommodations had to be made in order to fit the needs here. It made sense, it is rare that what is available will be perfect for the needs at hand. Even his old dentistry wasn't perfect when he had bought it. Some walls got removed, others added, a few new water fixtures. All sorts of odds and ends were needed to set up the place. So much time, blood, sweat, tears, and a rather hefty loan. And now? He was here helping the people here make some progress in this small world.

The basement where Manny had to clean was something... challenging. The basement was a mess, very used and seemed like a lot had been done since the last cleaning. There was a lot to do, and it would take him the better part of his work day to do it. "Damn..." He spoke to no one in particular. The cleaning didn't bug him too much, but the basement it self was a bit more stressful. Though it wasn't as confined as the cell he had been trapped in while at Eden, it was an isolated space with no openings or exits other then the basement door itself. He tried to hide the unease on his face, but he had little luck there. It was open enough though he figured he could tough through it. And so far, he did. It wasn't easy, and he had to remind himself regularly that this is NOT Eden. This was a new place, a safe place. Even if the basement gave an unfriendly impression with the horrible mess.

Following things up with Lisa helped though. Talking, casual conversations, and the like helped a lot to get through these kinds of things. She had been here a decent amount of time, and for medical history, seemed pretty limited. Made sense but it was nice to see that there were people interested in taking up the trade. "Glad to have the company." To Manny's surprise, there was a fellow survivor who was into conversation! Where he had grown to treat the fellow members of team Eden as family, it was clear he was the only one who was really into casual conversations. "Before all of this started, what were you hoping to get into? Was it medical like you are now?" He assumed not but he was interested none the less. "Or was it something else?" He knew as well as anyone life takes turns that make it so original plans don't always work out. At the rate he was going before in his youth, he wasn't expected to be able to do more then get into trouble. Now? He was a dentist, a field medic, and afraid of basements. Go figure how fast can change huh? He gave a nod towards taking care of plaster to start, it was a simple task that should take him too long to do. And he would go about the room doing whatever tasks were available to do until he had to leave.

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Hunter Monroe Location:Mechanics (K) Skills:N/A

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[Fail, 5, option 1]
Hunter wasn't sure what to think of the former army officer. Hunter's past experiences with officers was useless here. He nodded to his joke comment that got him some backlash from Rivets. Almost like he was deciding he was deciding what to think of him. But to make things even more confusing, the man knew how to clean?! An officer who could take care of himself?! it was mind boggling to Hunter. Even started cleaning things Hunter didn't think of cleaning. So props to the army officer. He did find the man's comment about trying to hard to be a bit... Annoying. He stopped what he was doing once he registered the comment and prepared to reply back. But decided against it. He either wouldn't care, or he wouldn't believe him. Or think it was all deserved. None of those options seemed good to the soldier boy, so he left Ash to do his share of cleaning, Hunter still working at it as best as he could despite his headache, and did little to hide the fact he was surprised about Ash's ability to take care of himself and the situation better then most officers he had met.

While cleaning Hunter did take note of a few things. There was a cleaning log that he paid little mind to. Last thing he needed was a grudge against whoever was fucking up on cleaning detail. The next thing, as they cleaned the smell... the smell started to get worse. Sure, his time stuck in a sewer for what he was sure was a week sucked, but by god this was something new. Sure it was old enough to be dry and stuck to the walls, but it was still fresh enough that the smell was something.... horrible. It was manageable. But still. What the actual fuck had gone on in here to warrant this kind of mess?! Hunter could tough through it. Considering his health at it's current state that was a great thing, or maybe his sense of smell was diminished after that time. He wondered if every building's bathroom was as bad at this one's? If so he would need to push for a rather drastic diet change. Because fucking hell this was bad.

Toughing through it, getting some cleaning done, time went on. And things went well overall. Hunter debated on small talk with the former captain, being both army, and having some sense of being able to take care of himself and chores, made him wonder what kind of life the man lived. Even considered asking him if he had any interesting stories on how he got this far. But he decided against it. He figured Ash didn't like him all that much, which was fair. He made a poor impression. Or he would answer, and ask in return. Hunter didn't have a lot of pleasant stories to tell about making it this far. Thinking about it, he figured that the same was probably true for most people. So unless prompted otherwise, he would just go on with his work and finish it up so he could keep at his rather busy schedule of a day.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Medical (B) Skills: N/A

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Manny was impressed by what this place had to offer, though he did struggle with the fact that he had well over 50 years of medical experience, and he was stuck on janitorial detail. He didn't let that displeasure show on his face. No point in it. All it would do not is create more problems then help, so he smiles, and listened as everyone talked. Plus, something would open up soon he figured. How many dentists could really be left in the world at this point? Plus, who knew. Maybe he would get called out as a temporary doctor for one of the close by communities. Either seemed like a decent option, working back int he medical field, while no longer having to worry about his patient coming back from the dead to rip his face off. Or having to carry all of his medical gear as well as a shotgun, plus anywhere from 15-80 shotgun shells. The weight added up fast, and a doctor with a shotgun was a confusing sight for everyone.

Before introductions could get too far, the loud speakers sprang to life. That was a comforting sound to Manny. He had spent the early days of his medical career in a hospital while he was still learning the trade, so reminders of his more pleasant days as a youth were nice. The talk of the heat was something Manny was also used to. He had spent most of his life south of here with regular heat waves similar to what was going on today. Though the cut back security concerned him. Then he stopped to think about the walls surrounding this place, and figured it was probably fine. If there were enough of the dead to make it so the walls outside might not be enough, then he wasn't sure what extra security patrols might be able to do. The talk about incidents last night reminded him of the drunken soldier boy. He wondered what kind of things he would have to go through to adjust to normal life. The boy seemed... just that. A boy. With how many years things had passed, he wondered if he was even in the army like he said he was. He seemed way too young. Maybe it was a mental security thing to convince himself of a better reality then what happened? He also wondered what it would be like to be a therapist and be able to guess and figure out this sort of thing.

Roy's comment helped ease some of Manny's concerns, he wasn't sure if Mary's commend had the effect she intended it to have or not, but he also didn't know her intent. Maybe it was to prevent the thoughts he was having now about how his skills could be better used. He wouldn't say anything about it now, there was no point. But he listened to everyone as they spoke, then thanked them all respectively as they all went about their days. So he followed Lisa for now.

She seemed nice, though he wondered how well she was in the medical field being so young. Or maybe that was just him being the old man he was, thinking that Kids Know Nothing These Days and decided to check that thought too. He deciding being biased towards the youth wasn't the best idea since if in danger, they were all faster then he was. "Well, it's nice to meet you Lisa." She was polite, he gave her props for that. "Do you mind if I ask how long you have been here? In the camp, and in medical?" He stopped himself. He had been reminded in the past he tends to get too pushy too fast with people. "If not I understand, people tell me I get too personal too fast. Still working on that." An old habit from his days as a self employed dentist. A great way to keep customers and patients was to get friendly, and create casual conversation. A habit that Manny still couldn't break. But on they want for Manny to start his new job. Janitorial duties.

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Hunter Monroe Location:Mechanics (K) Skills:N/A

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Hunter nodded and looked focused like he understood everything that was happening around him. Truth be told, he was trying to hide the fact of how much his hangover was making it hard to think strait. Sure, he was used to pain so that wasn't an issue. But the constant throbbing was a pain in the ass to focus on anything for longer then a few seconds at a time. Not that he could do that without the hangover, but it made it harder to correct himself. He registered Checkbook and Sparrow. Nikki's call sign, and... The other one was familiar to Hunter, but he figured it was something he heard last night from where things were foggy as all hell. What he did register was his comment to Ash being shot down. He found that annoying as one, it was a joke, and two, an inside joke that they were not involved with. SO! He smiled, nodded, and pretended he understood everything that was happening. Though all he registered was that someone didn't think his funny as hell joke wasn't funny. And something about him being an officer? No thanks. Being an officer here sounded boring and bureaucratic as hell. Not Hunter's preferred life style.

A loud noise came over head, making Hunter's headache worse then it was before. Now? It was harder to deal with. Most of what was said didn't register again to Hunter. Something about an incident last night? He would have to ask about that later. They were given the usual tasks of not back talking or being an ass you get at every job you start. The threat being sewer duty if they didn't behave. He tries not to laugh, but it still came out as a grin, as if there was some inside joke that only he understood. Which in this case, there was. He had spent what he guessed was a week in a sewer once sick as a dog because he got trapped and had to explore to find a way out. Not scary, just annoying as all hell trying to crawl through 3 year old shit and goo while throwing up every time he had to try and eat something. And not being able to use a gun as he quickly learned, methane is a bitch. But he said nothing.

Some people left, and they were passed off to the guy who came in with the woman who was scarred to hell. Someone he felt like he should get to know at some point as she seemed to have an interesting story to tell. There was something about a funeral, but Hunter barely registered that, but seeing as he didn't know anyone that died recently he didn't have anything to do with that. Unless that had something to do with the incident last light. But if that was the case then the threat to be shot would probably have gone through. Now that he had been given a moment to clear his head after the announcements, he was able to focus more on... well staying focused. Just in time too, he registered something about Gun at 1400. Then he stopped to think about that with a clear look of confusion on his face. Why would anyone here trust him with a gun? Then he continued to think about it. Did they mean Gunny? That made more sense. But wait... He was apart of the security detail wasn't he? "M'kay." He said clearly still thinking about what was being said.

When the duo were brought to their task at be, Hunter registered a few things that he wanted to say, but held his tongue. Mostly. He let out a quiet laugh as he looked into the bathroom. This may have been him still recovering from the hangover but he had a lot of things that went through his head at the moment of seeing this. Mostly the fact that this hadn't been taken care of in a long time. Which implied to him that the common phrase about how there were no openings ever for any position was bullshit, as this place clearly needed a dedicated cleaning crew, or this task had been left just for people who couldn't say no. "Alright. Alright alright alright alright alright." He spoke barely leaving a space between each Alright. He walked inside to get started. The place was a mess which he was annoyed about, but like before, he didn't care too much about the smell.

"Alright... So you can do whatever you want to do. But my way has been proven effective in the past. Family of eight will do this in a week if left unattended." He had no proof his way was better, but it was a cleaning routine he was used to and it worked for him. "Walls first, stall walls next, toilets, mirrors, sinks, then floor with a nice sweep and mop. We do this right it wont take us too long." Sure he had no command here, but Hunter was going to do his way. If Ash wanted to go along with him great, if not more power too him. But the order he liked was nice, as most other orders risked messing up something that was already cleaned. "But I swear to god... if you do the floor before everything else is done, you are going to really make our time together suck. At the very least, don't do the sinks and the floor before the mirrors. The run off is messy as all hell sometimes. Here seems to be no exception." He was still hungover, but growing up, the bathroom was his job. And with 5 siblings, bathroom duty was horrid at best. Especially with siblings who would make it messy on purpose just to be jackasses. At least this? Something simple yet familiar. So off to cleaning he went.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Medical (B) Skills: N/A

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Morning was a nice so far. The old dentist wasn't too alarmed by the morning speakers that woke everyone up, though it did confuse him for the longest time as he tried to register what the hell they could be. His best guess, the morning alarm. Or maybe the place was flooding. Or being attacked... He had minimal idea but the morning alarm seemed most likely in his mind. Getting up, grabbing some clothes for the day and making himself look presentable, he found a piece of paper on the floor by his door. "Now what do we have here?" Looking at the yellow paper, it seemed to be a schedule for today's events. Manny was relieved to be working in medical at the very least. Though he was trying to keep his thoughts about the whole thing as positive as possible. He very much didn't like the idea of starting his medical career from the button again.

Seeing the rest of the schedule was... harder. A trip to the cemetery was scheduled later. He was on the list of people that were allowed to go, but it felt wrong to him. He didn't know... any of them. Not personally at least. Lola was apart of team Eden, but died before the group caught up to Manny. Then there was Gavin... When given the choice to save Gavin, or Thana, he chose Thana. Under the rushed assumption that because Gavin was standing longer, he had longer to live. Looking back on it, he should have registered that as shock, and an effect of rapid loss of blood. But he wasn't sure thinking back if he could have saved Thana if he had started on Gavin first. But seeing as she at least was mobile afterwards, maybe he should have started on Gavin. They both could have lived, and maybe they could have made a difference? He wasn't sure.

Not sure if he should go later or not, he went off to breakfast to think about it. The food was good. Better then anything he could cook up. Manny did take note of the bulletin board on the way in. He wouldn't mind picking up extra hours, though wondered how much longer in his life he would be able to do extra work. He would just stick with his basic tasks today, but would keep note of whats there so he could work off his dept, and still try to retire before too long. He remembered in his original plan he wanted to have retirement ready by 70. Guess that didn't work, his plan to keep his business as a passive income, hire another doctor to take his role while he does weekend work maybe. He stopped himself. He had been dwelling all morning and it wasn't good for him. Though he was able to hold a positive face all morning, say hello to anyone who passed him, and enjoyed the peace and quiet with Alexander briefly before leaving for work.

Manny made his way to medical where he was supposed to report to S.B. Though if he remembered correctly that was a name that she wasn't a fan of. He wasn't sure what other name she went by though... "Damn..." He shrugged it off, he would get a chance to figure out soon enough. The place reminded him of an older hospital, though scaled down a bit. Made sense, but it was a nice sight to see. Manny had spent his fair share of time in hospitals while in school, and had helped out in situations there. Though he found teeth more pleasant then livers. He found the woman he remembered as S.B. talking about, some of the days tasks he guessed. Waiting for a moment to talk, so he wouldn't interrupt anyone, he spoke."Hello, I'm Emanuel, most people call me Manny though." He almost held his hand out to shake, but considering this was a hospital and he wasn't in proper attire yet, he figured that was a bad idea. So stopped himself. "I assume you are who I am supposed to report too?" He asked towards S.B.

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Hunter Monroe Location:Mechanics (K) Skills:N/A

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Surprisingly, Hunter was fine following rules. Though he did find some rules harder to follow then others. When he first woke up in the morning, it was rather terrifying for the former soldier boy. When the morning trumpets went off, he woke up in a panic, and reached for where he would usually keep his shotgun tucked by his side, but as expected it wasn't present. So he grabbed the first throwable thing he could find, his pillow, and threw it hard to the noise with no avail. Not realizing that his whole commotion woke up Izibell as well, knocking her to the floor. She got up and recovered faster then he did, but he felt bad about it none the less and started rubbing her head then back. "Sorry girl... little spooked." She gave an expression back as if to say "Yeah! Me Too!!!" He got up, got his clothes on, and took her out to take a dump. Then cleaned it up with his used bags of shit. And took her back. Her life would be much more constricted now that they were here. Supposed to be a better quality of life... but he couldn't imagine how she would handle it in the long run.

Moving around had shown Hunter a few things. He was given a note with today's tasks. Those tasks he would have to learn, and be good at if he wished to stay. Which he had mixed feelings about all the time. It didn't help that out of what he did remember from the night before, there was a sudden urge to bring his fist through someone's face. Though he couldn't remember who. But since he wasn't shot, or locked up. He guessed he didn't go through with it. He did find it odd though, as other then using one old loud mouth as a shield he didn't really have violent thoughts to those here. But he did have a few towards said loud mouth while they were all stuck together. What the note also said was when he had to go talk to one of the doctors here about his mental problems. He had heard it all before though, how the school would say he had a problem and needed special help, how soldiers in his unit would call him slow or stupid from his hesitation and limited ability to learn. Fuck all those people. He was alive while they were all dead. He made sure for most of them at least. He took note that it was 3 days a week, and wondered if that would only cost him more here, throwing him more in debt. If that was the case, he decided that this system needed a better way to integrate people then just throw them all in debt, and keep adding more to them. Plus, they started pretty late in the day. He didn't mind that part, but with getting up as early as they did, he was liking the day less and less.

He had clearly drank too much last night. He had a headache like if he had just tried to fight off a hammer with his forehead, and somehow won. He heard of tricks to deal with it in the past and so he figured why not try and fix this? His solution, a raw egg, and some orange juice. He heard someone say that worked once, but as it wasn't apart of the main meal, that request was denied. He didn't complain though. That wouldn't get him anywhere. So he shrugged it off, and dealt with it. He had endured far worse pain in much less ideal situations. Though he was annoyed about not being able to get the raw egg as a replacement for breakfast, he understood why. Good of the group and all that.

While there he saw a posting for Runner and other odd jobs. Sure he would probably go through and figure out whatever job they gave him today, but Runner sounded nice. As long as it was what he thought. Outside of the walls maybe, a shotgun or rifle in hand, enjoying the freedom of the world, even if he had a destination and a deadline to meet. Talk to Maddoc for information. He made a mental note of that. Maddoc was... Something odd to Hunter. Sure, he was the reason for why Hunter was slow to trust these people, but ironically enough, he was the reason for why he was staying. For more then one reason. Surely Maddoc could see that strait up integration with his people wasn't as clear cut a plan for someone like him? Hopefully without getting shot... But that something limited like this could be a decent start.

He put a pin in that idea. He would see how today went, then talk to Maddoc later. Plus, he figured Maddoc might help give him a clear idea of what happened last night with as little bias as possible. All he could really tell was that his uniform was covered in sand, and some kind of grain. It confused Hunter. He made his way over towards where his work station would be. Mechanics. He found that kind of funny, he wasn't sure if he told anyone here that his family used to live on a scrap yard. Though that felt like a lifetime ago. So he wasn't sure how much he would remember anyways. The people that were stationed here with him were definitely interesting. There was the guy that the one really scared up girl came in with. Who's name slipped Hunter again as the night came back to him in pieces, there was a woman here who he hadn't met yet, and The Captain. He walked over by ash, giving him nothing more then a nod, and a single word. "Private." He said with his nod and a grin on his face. Sure, he was a higher rank before, but like everyone else who had come in, he was at the bottom of the food chain like him. So why not poke some fun? Plus, who knows. Maybe he had a sense of humor.

The Captain at the very least either knew more then he did by a lot, or knew just as little. But as far as Hunter could tell, he was addressing the room more then anyone in particular. Or maybe it was a person, and Hunter was missing something. "What he said." Casually pointing to Ash. Then stopping to think about it. "Except, I am Hunter." Seemed about as professional of an intro he could give himself. He wasn't really for army formalities anymore, and he had no idea who to address, so this would have to work.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: L6 (Apartment 1D)
Skills: N/A

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Manny enjoyed night walks like this. They became harder when the dead started lurking in the dark, but they were still nice none the less. Plus night shooting was very illegal in many states so Manny had little experience in the matter. But doing this night walk with someone he knew, trusted, and could have a nice conversation with? Perfect. Reminded him of the days when he was still married in many ways. Though he didn't see Alexander as that kind of friend. Manny figured those days were long over for him. Which, he didn't mind. He lived a good life, was married twice, enjoyed those marriages, and now was back to figuring out how retirement would work. Though he doubted he would live in his own house again, it was nice to be having a safe and reliable place to call home. Even if the walls and gates around him caused more unease then he would like to admit. Something about not being able to leave... bothered the old Dentist.

But as the conversation went on, it was easy to forget those fears. A good sign that they were minor and he would get over it. Or maybe that meant they would build up and he would snap someday? He wasn't sure. Again, not that kind of doctor. And he had little interest to be. So using his experienced ( Or lack there of ) He went with the first option. Minimal fear. "I think you have yourself a deal. But I will be very disappointed if I poke a metal prong in those gums and they bleed." He said with a smile. Sure, flossing helped strengthen your gums, but many people just blamed the poke so why not play along with those who don't understand his field.

He made his way to the bathroom, flossed, brushed, and rinsed. Not the perfect setup, but a lot better then what he had before. Just because he was old, and in a place with decent healthcare, didn't mean he was allowed to neglect the basics. Clean teeth were happy teeth. Plus, a rotting tooth hurts like all hell. Once he decided that his teeth were all cleaned up for the night he went back to his bed, changed into night clothes, and rested for a new day to come. Tomorrow he would be starting a task that was something also very much out of his field. Education. Children. And the librarian.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Hunter slept like he always slept. Face down, half off the bed, with 110 pounds of love slowly pushing him off. He rarely slept easy though. Nightmares were frequent for the soldier boy, and he rarely knew how to cope with them or the events they were about. If he was more experienced in life, older in general, or had seen professional help as a child, or even in recent months, they may be better. But the closest to therapy that he has ever gotten, consisted of gathering up thousands of rounds of ammunition for weeks on end, finding a nice spot to do some damage and hunker down, and unleash hell for a few days strait into a passing horde of the undead. It helped, but it mostly just distracted him. But his arms, shoulders, legs, and head always felt like Jelly afterwards and he would sleep for at least a full day or two afterwards.

In his dream, Hunter was on watch with a hunting rifle in hand. It was dark, but he was used to the night. Easiest time to move as long as you had decent night vision. Outside, one of the largest hordes he has seen since the early days. At least 2 or 3 thousand. But they left him alone on his elevated position. On top of the old farming and agricultural store he had a decent vantage point of the surrounding area. The building was old and made of brick, so the walls were strong. The metal fence was decent as well, but it had given under the pressure a few days ago. So now that stood between him and the undead outside, were some glass doors held shut with the metal gates to stop looters. Plus a simple barricade.

About half way into his watch, he heard footsteps from behind him. He had a good guess who it was. But if it wasn't who he thought it was, the horde below may get more riled up then he was ready for. Slowly turning, he saw her. "You're late." He said making eye contact, keeping the rifle leaning against the edge of the building. "I know. Don took forever to fall asleep. Fucking jackass." She was older then Hunter, but you couldn't tell from looking at her. She stood barely over five foot, and walked like a tired child who just got out of bed. "You okay?" The soldier boy asked in a quiet tone, careful not to disturb the horde below. She simply nodded and sat by Hunter on an identical folding chair. They were here to talk, but both clearly didn't want to start the conversation. Finally, Hunter broke the silence. "How... how long has it been.... happening." She shrugged. "Depends. Since they were not treating me as a prisoner? A few months. Been with them a bit longer though." She talked as if she was recalling events of a book she had little interest in. Her eyes gave a different story, that if Hunter didn't already know the rest of the story, he would have missed it entirely. "Lucy the same..." He asked. Now not able to make eye contact. For a reply, he got a nod. "Oh god..." He leaned his head down grabbing his hair. "God... I should have... I should have known." The girl didn't make eye contact with him, but her face returned to a stone expression hiding her true thoughts.

He wished he was someone who knew how to solve social problems. He wished he knew how to convince people to do things that needed to be done. But he could barely do that with himself at times, let alone with others. And now? "I'll.... make it right. I promise." He wasn't sure how he would. But something had to work. "Just don't make it worse. You know what's going on now, so surely you can do that much." He nodded. As if that was enough of an answer. But he still felt he had to fix things, right the wrongs. He took a good look at the rifle he was keeping watch with. In his mind, the odds were three to five. Manageable. But only two people of his three could be relied on for a fight, and only one had a gun. The five, different story. As far as he could see, he had two choices. Let things stay as they are... Or repeat what happened the night his unit fell apart. Both were poor options in his mind. "This fucking sucks." The girl did a simple laugh, with an expression that would match the question 'Are you serious?'. She composed her self rather fast though as to not draw the attention of the horde below. "Preaching to the choir Soldier Boy."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: L9 (Street) --> L6 (Apartment 1D)
Skills: N/A

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The walk to the apartment was simple and nice. Though it was hard to ignore the drunken boy and the way he spun and twirled as he walked. Who knows, maybe he was a dancer before things fell apart. "This pixie is going to be the one cleaning your teeth someday. Just keep that in mind." Manny said with a chuckle. These witty remarks helped any situation seen nicer, friendlier, and was a great outlet at times. Though he was right about watching his back. Manny was no fighter. Sure, he could handle a shotgun damn well. Some might say better then he understood the human body, but he was still a doctor. And had no real combat skills. Even in his youth where he got into fights regularly he wouldn't have called himself [*]Skilled[*]. "You should know, I haven't wet my bed since I was in my forties thank you very much." He said in his semi serious tone. "Buuuuut. Wednesdays sound fair. Though I have no idea what day of the week it is. So that is up to you to figure out. Until then, you have no way to prove it's not Wednesday." He smiled. These little jokes made everything so much better.

When Alexander brought up the kid, it didn't take Manny too much effort to figure out who he was talking about. He looked back again to see the boy still twirling, and noticed he seemed to be twitching, maybe reaching for something Manny couldn't see. But would stop as soon as he started. He almost wondered if the boy was delusional, but he wasn't that kind of doctor. So he had no way of telling. Making his way to his room though he told Alexander goodnight, and made his way to bed. This was a long week, and things were crazy all around. He wondered what the following weeks would have in store for him, Alexander, team Eden overall, and the new survivors in general.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: L10 --> L7 (Inside Condo)
Skills: N/A

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Hunter was in and out at this point of the night. Sure, he was focused enough to respond in the moment, but most of what others were saying and what he was saying was lost relatively quick. One thing that did register, he was in everyone sights. By instinct, his hand kept going towards the side of his right leg, looking for something that was no longer there. He would realize quick, but would soon have his back over looking for it again. But they had taken it when he arrived here, and that was always a late thought that came to the soldier boy. Every now and again he would reach over to his left side using his right hand, turning around as he did so as if looking for something. But as he kept doing this while walking, he almost tripped each time, and his hand never seemed to find what it was looking for. Though he would still do the spinning, searching motion. As if expecting someone to come up on him. He felt... watched. Hunted. He didn't like it. He registered a lot of old people, some kids, and Nigel. Every now and again slipping why Nigel was with him, but he chalked it up to they probably lived near each other. "Thought someone grabbed it..." He said as a late response about the oatmeal. Very late all things considering, the lack of context didn't help. Then again, reaching over to his right leg. But still missing. He felt... Naked without it. Or without any of his gear.

His stumbling was... He was going in the right direction. And he wasn't falling over. Again. That he was done with. He looked over to see general housing. Seemed to be the place to go, he was pretty sure he lived there now. He stumbled towards the door attempting to straiten his uniform as he went. Despite the abuse he had put it through the last few years, and this evening especially, it still held up really well. Other then the oatmeal that landed up on him the uniform held off from the sand rather well. He stopped outside the door though, not sure if everything was alright. He reached yet again towards the side of his leg. With the item of note still missing, his reach ended rather fast again. Didn't stop him from reaching to his left for another item of note, only again to not be found. He knew he had to go inside... but he wasn't sure he expected. He knew it should be safe, but some form of warning alarm was going off in his head that he was at least 40% sure wasn't just him being dizzy from being under weight and over drinking. He reached into his pocket for his key, noting it was still there. Good. Something was where it was supposed to be.

Before going in, he turned to Nigel who he had taken note had been following him. "Thanks." He barely muttered out. He knew there was a reason for thanking him, but it was slipping now. Maybe it would come to him later. Letting himself into the building, he walked down the hall to his room, with the key now tightly held between his middle and index finger, pointing outwards with his fist, but still walking casually (As he could being wasted at least) Part of him knew it wasn't needed, but he couldn't shake the feeling. Making his way to his room he unlocked the door now letting the key into a more relaxed position. When unlocked, he put it between his fingers with his fist yet again. Inside, he was revealed to see his best friend. "Hey Girl..." He let the heavy dog go up and lick his face, nearly knocking him over. He rubbed her for a bit, then crashed in bed with a huge mound of love and muscle laying on his side. Who if left unchecked, would probably knock him off the bed.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: L11 (Dance Floor) -->L9 (Street)
Skills: N/A

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Alexander seemed about as puzzled as Manny was about the wild fucks. "Something going on with the youth here. Seems they are all having at it in their own way tonight." Made sense, being young and enjoying life whoever they thought they wanted to. Reminded Manny of how he enjoyed life growing up. Though that mostly went with getting into fights, stealing petty things, and getting an earful from his father. Manny did get lost when Alexander said something about feeling sorry about one of the kids. "Which one? The boy?" He looked over just in time to see him laying face first in the sand. Manny had to agree, the morning was going to suck for the boy. But at least he was moving? As far as Manny knew he was on his back a few minutes ago.

Making their way to the rooms was a decent enough walk. Seemed a few others were starting, but Manny and Alexander had the lead it seemed. "Your snoring? No. It meant that if someone tried sneaking up on us, they would find you before me." Manny said with a bit of dry humor. "I think the thing I will miss most is the smell of your foot." He gave pause for affect. "The nice smell of freshly shaped and sanded metal. No smell quite like it. I don't know how I'll sleep at night now!" He said with a very serious joking tone. Jokes aside, it would be odd for the old dentist. For the last few years he had slept with someone watching his back, or himself watching the backs of others. The short time he didn't do that, eh became a prisoner of Eden... this would be... hard. He knew it was for the best, but it was still an experience that Manny wasn't sure he was ready to get used to just yet.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: L11 (Kettles) --> L10
Skills: N/A

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Hunter decided he hated parties. They only led to social embarrassment, and Hunter hating being near people even more then usual. He took Nigel's hand and pulled himself up. He was thankful that his arm seemed to work the way it was supposed to. Everything else seemed broken in some way. "Thanks..." He said ignoring Nigel's comment about going to bed being an order. He scooped up the oatmeal with his hand and ate it. Not that Hunter didn't prefer utensils, but after years of not having them reliably, hands. Hands were the way to go. But it was good, so was the toast that he wiped off said oatmeal on then ate. Honestly? The food was probably Hunter's favorite part about tonight. His least favorite part? Looking over just in time to see Nikki dancing with someone else. Sure, he had only known her for a few days, but he lacked friends here, and Nikki was on that short list of potential people he would try to befriend. He felt pissed for a moment, then in a moment of inspiration, had an idea. "Hold my oatmeal..." He spoke to no one in particular. His idea? Go over there and beat the shit out of Bass, to prove that he could and that he was better and that he wasn't some fuck up. If that wasn't a red flag enough for Hunter, when he held out the bowl he only held onto it long enough for the bowl of half eaten oatmeal to drop to the sand and spill whatever Hunter didn't shove into his mouth.

The third and final red flag that Hunter should have registered, was that he was wasted. He got two steps after dropping his bowl before tripping over his own feet, and landing sideways face first not even having the reflexes left to brace his fall. So he laid there, letting the grains of sand accept him as one of their own. While laying down face in the sand, a few things registered to Hunter. Not in any particular order of importance, but ideas none the less. First, Nigel was assuming Hunter's use of Fuck nuggets was him cussing out Nuggets. That wasn't the case, but he wasn't going to correct him. Nigel was nice, like Canadians. Canadians were nice. The more important thing though, was that Nikki was her own person. And he had known her for only a couple days, and had clearly blown whatever chances he had. So fuck it, sir tall and handsome could spend the night with her while he was accepted by his new people. The Sand Grains.

Pretty fast Hunter decided that he liked sand about the same as most people. He turned himself over, face covered in sand, and tried to wipe his face off. But with his face and hands being covered in sand and oatmeal, it mostly just made it worse. It took him a moment, but he willed himself to get up under his own power. Partially out of shame, partially out of spite for being unable to do it. "Okay... I'm done. Ready for bed..." He drunkenly stumbled off to get to his room. A few drunken steps at a time.