Shoe Thief

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Bus (Outside Camp Mexico Beach) Skills: N/A

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The bus trip felt very much like the first day in camp. With the exception that there was a fraction of the amount of people. Then with a rough head count, he figured it might not be a fraction. But definitely less then last time. He was glad he got a bit of a response out of Thalia. He wondered what was going through her mind at that moment? There was no real way to tell as he himself couldn't figure out what was going through his own mind in terms of thoughts and emotions. Sure, he felt a bit of sadness, but he didn't know any of the people that were being buried, and he had only seen one of them alive and that was only for a few moments. Was it guilt? That didn't seem right either. They didn't die for Him. They died to defeat Eden. Yet, their deaths were the main reason he was alive. If they didn't fight and die everything Manny did to try and escape would have been for nothing, and probably would have only made things worse. Infact, looking back he wouldn't be sure if he could have worked himself up enough to try for a break. That didn't even account for the people who were also prisoners, who had most likely died before him. Those that had been tortured while Manny waited for his turn in line. It just as easily could have been one of them who had taken his place. Maybe he would have been forced to fight to the death, or go through one of the other many things that had been going on. He never did really learn all of it. And apart of him, never wanted to find out.

It felt like trading lives. Lola had died before the group made it to Manny, and Manny chose to save Thana over Gavin. eventually leading to his death. That didn't even account for the many times it had happened before, in past groups when supplies ran out, or when the choice had to be made to save one's self, or try for one last attempt to save someone else. He hoped things in this new world wouldn't need to call for that anymore. No more Trading lives.

Manny needed a distraction from his grim thoughts. And honestly? What better way to do that then with guns. The rules were as simple as most common gun safety tips. Tips Manny had been following for longer then some people on the bus had probably been alive. The don't screw us over comment made Manny uneasy though. Not because he had plans to screw anyone over, but the implication of throwing a living person into a put of walkers seemed... wrong. Sure, trying to screw over the people who gave you a meal and shelter was a poor choice, but he hoped that was an intimidation trick, or at worst a short term need rather then what was just thought of as the solution to stopping problems forever. He thought that was odd, if something were to go wrong he didn't flinch at the idea of a bullet being put in someone's head, but a pit of walkers got his attention. He thought about it, and figured maybe it seemed more humane to just put a hostile person down rather then put them through unneeded suffering. He wondered how much of that was him trying to see the best of things, and how much of it was his youth starting to show in a world where a younger Manny would survive a hell of a lot better then an older Manny.

Stopping himself before he fell too deep into his thoughts he accepted his temporary firearm. Nothing fancy, a simple double barrel shotgun. "Thank you." He said before carefully accepting it. His first goal was to make sure it was unloaded. No need to have it loaded now, and the nice thing about break actions is that while they are open the shells can be dropped in rather easy. He has a box of a few more shells to go with it as well. Again, not a lot, but considering they had armed guards, he figured that it was meant to be a last line of defense should all hell go loose. Two shots. If things were done correctly, that would be two kills against the un-dead in a single moment. If not, it was a second chance to correct a first mistake in a split second choice. Or in the cases like he had seen at the shooting range, someone grips the triggers wrong, and fires both barrels at once to try and hit one target. You don't get extra points for blasting the same head off twice.

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Hunter Monroe Location: Outside Jail (AA) --> Inside Jail Skills:N/A

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Maybe it wasn't an achievement to be proud of, but Hunter had successfully gone somewhere none of the other new comers has been able to go to yet. Ignoring the context of why he was there, he thought it was kind of neat. With the context, he was going to have to do what he could to salvage the situation. No matter how things went now, it was a loss. But if he played what few cards he did have right, he figured it may not be a total loss. Even better, something to recover from. He found it odd how surprised people were to the list of things he did. Sure, he got wasted and said a lot more words then he should have, but it was also an open bar, where he and the bartender overestimated how much he could take. There was something about waste, but he didn't remember much of that so he couldn't say much about that. There was being late by roughly 5 minutes, which he figured wasn't bad considering it was the first actual schedule he had been apart of in five years and his first day back on one. And, needing a reminder to pick up the dog poop. The first time he had needed to in... also about five years. But he still did it and was thankful for the reminder. Though there was the times he had cussed out quiet a few people. Even then, the reactions he was getting from his sheet seemed much. He wondered if there was more going on there then he knew about. Did he try to fight someone last night? Or was this based off the look in his eye again?

There was talk about which cell to put him in, and blame being put on him that it needed to be done and wasn't. "Doesn't seem fair to blame me. It wasn't my job to clean it, and I didn't make it messy." Sure it was meant for him, but it wasn't his fault that it wasn't clean. Honestly he wouldn't mind cleaning it to keep from being bored, but he had no plans to be blamed for something he didn't do. He was starting to appreciate Roy though. He figured the man probably didn't like him, but he at least didn't seem to treat him like the lowest of scum, and helped clarify things to Hunter. Clarification was nice. It was nice to know that Cage didn't mean medical in general. Under most cases he would see that as a dick move of someone who can't be bothered, but at least they let him have that choice should he choose it. He wasn't sure if that was a victory or not. Either way, he found Roy decent. He felt professional enough without making things personal.

The house was nice enough, but he had a feeling that he wasn't going to be a roaming prisoner in this place with access to the tv. Those fears were correct when he saw the steel door. He had to stop himself from muttering "Fuck buckets" out loud. Though his mouth did open a bit in wonder as he looked at the door, and the stairs that came after it. "Huh..." It was a curious thought. Sure, he was no structural engineer, but he didn't think anywhere in Florida had a basement? His thoughts weren't on what was below, just that there was a below. But the more he thought about it, he has been places before in the area with basements. Sure, not Florida itself, but pretty close. So he figured it made sense now that he thought about it.

Realizing though that this basement was his prison he refocused himself. The only relevant thought he could pull to his head was "Welcome Home Hunter, should have worked on those people skills last time".

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Bus Skills: N/A

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All things considering, the funeral detail wasn't going too bad. Manny had to hold back a laugh after Alexander's comment about Manny's made up position. "Assistant cleaning director. I haven't gotten that promotion just yet. Given time, I believe I can make it to Senior cleaning director of the interior of boats with out too much fuss." It was a simple joke, but the little ones were nice for keeping up the day to day life. To help enjoy the little things just that much more. They made, great memories.

When everyone started loading up Manny made his way in. Normally he would sit by his fellow baby boomer and have a nice conversation about all the things old people talk about. But, looking around he noticed Thalia with that nice reassuring look. It was a good sign, but he worried about her. She reminded him in many ways what he was like when he was her age. Or... probably younger. It slipped him sometimes how there were people that were less then half his age, but still fully matured adults. With Beatrice leaving though, and Thana not present, he could only imagine what that was like for Thalia. Knowing the girl wasn't too personal, he wanted to check up on her without getting to... Personal. Instantly, the same seat seemed like a bad idea. The guards and Padre were starting to make their way onto the bus. He had to think fast. He sat in the seat across from her, as it was close enough to talk if she wanted, or to at the very least let her know he was there if needed.

He sat and in a surprisingly monotone voice spoke quietly to Thalia. "Hey." For those who knew him, and knew his normally positive attitude, this tone was different. Sure, he could get loud if he wanted. He had even lost his temper a bit in quarantine. But nothing extreme. Pretty much every other time he spoke it was with a bit of cheerfulness of a doctor who was getting ready to pull out a tooth that you both knew would hurt like hell but no one wanted to admit it. Keep his hand back so it could not be seen from the seats behind or in front of them, he did a couple simple hand motions. One pointing towards her, and then shifting it to a thumbs up with a bit of a questioning look on his face. He had a feeling that if something was up she wouldn't tell. But again, sometimes just letting someone know you were there could be enough. Though he had learned a bit too, that many of the people in his old group liked their space. And hopefully the middle lane of the bus was enough for now. And if not, he would get the message and try to keep more distance. But, being the stubborn old man he was, he refused to ever be out of sight for long. He had seen people push others away in the past, to the point of self destruction.

The bus made its way out of the camp. There were worries about the walkers, talk of the guards and escorts being armed and... Were they going to be armed? That made Manny think for a moment. He figured chances are it would be something simple like knives or something else along those lines. He didn't think they were ready to offer them up guns yet. Guns were a big deal, and sure he would feel safer with one in his hands. Especially one like the one he had been practicing with for the longest portion of his life, but having a means to defend one's self was nice. Though he hadn't used a knife since he picked up target shooting. Not like this. Not really. And he was getting old. And sadly getting old wasn't great for that kind of combat. But, they were going in with a rather large group of people. Many of whom were good fighters, and with that, the escorts had guns. Plus, a bus with a rather strong air conditioning. Which Manny liked that it existed. Hopefully he wouldn't get so used to it the heat was unbearable.

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Hunter Monroe Location: Outside Jail (AA) Skills:N/A

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To say the day was getting interesting was an understatement. It was like all of Hunter's fuck ups were catching up to him all at once, but not in the way he had expected. The group of guards and Hunter had made their way to what Hunter assumed was some kind of prison hut like house. He had seen jails, but this didn't look like one. Granted it was probably hard to get appearances when you were limited to mostly houses. Soon enough though what Hunter presumed to be his warden walked up to them. Roughly his height, and Hunter figured if things went south he could take him in a fight. If he was in the condition he was two years ago. Now he would be at a disadvantage in his severely starved state. Hunter watched the man with curiosity, holding back his internal thoughts for the moment, and doing his best to hide his discomfort. Not because the man himself made Hunter uneasy, but more of Cage reminded him of someone he knew once. If that someone had aged a lot of years and had lost what charisma he had left.

The rules seemed simple enough, but he did take note of the bleeding out comment. Hunter had a long list of thoughts he wished to give the man. Not just because of his resemblance to the past, but how a comment from a warden like figure here was made, and the only comment against it was how rude it was. But he held off, that one comment was at least a little reassuring in a moment where he didn't have much to hope for. It did piss him off how someone like that could say a comment that to Hunter's best understanding sounded like criminal negligence. Borderline manslaughter. He couldn't tell if it was just an intimidation tactic or not. Seemed like a pretty harsh one considering even in military terms, it was a war crime if he did those actions. Hell, he could understand a comment like getting his teeth kicked in if he acted out. Or making out with an overly aggressive baton if he gave a wrong look. But threatening to withhold aid if he was injured? Bleeding out specifically? Maybe this was someone who just enjoyed his little position of power a little too much. Or maybe he just couldn't be bothered to do more then the bare minimum.

Hearing he would be stuck in a cell for a week was a less then pleasant thought. But as long as every person he talked to wasn't like Cage he figured he could put up with it. Maddoc did the paperwork, and now Hunter was an official prisoner of Camp Mexico Beach. Then in 3-7 days it would be decided if he was to stay or get kicked out. Either way, he had lost Izibel, and the people here would never trust him. Maybe some would tolerate him. If he stayed, he wouldn't get much say in any part of his day to day life. Even more so then before. He thought about it more and more... and the main reason he was staying... was a chance to not fuck up for once. And to stay with Izibel. Both, had now been removed from the equation. Added with punishments went rather extreme rather fast, he had little hope things would recover from here. Drunk and disorderly, a few minutes late for his shift on his first day, late picking up the dog poop, and being a bit too confrontational and a bit of an ass. But it seemed pretty common for that last trait here. Just in different ways. He knew he was hard to deal with, and normally because of that he left people alone. A lot harder to do here. But he struggled to see how that warranted Cage's comment.

He would try to let it go. But not knowing if it was just giving off steam or being honest, it was an iffy situation. He would understand if he had attacked someone, killed someone, stole supplies, or even threatened. But damn. He wondered how a man like that ever got to a position of power. Even if it was just watching over normally empty cells. He tried not to think too much about it. He would have time to think in lockup. And who knew, maybe there would actually be something to do in prison other then being left alone with his thoughts.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Assembly (P) Skills: N/A

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Over time more and more people had shown up to the assembly point. It seemed just about everyone in quarantine other then a handful of people. Though he did take note that Thana was not present. Manny thought about it for a moment, but he wondered if she already had her chance to say goodbye. That made sense. It was a shame to not see her come but he didn't blame her. He was glad to get a response from Amelia though. The girl seemed rather shy at times though he wondered if there was more to that too. "A scary dog? Well I hope the rest of it goes more smoothly for you young lady." Plus, the place seemed to have a decent amount of restrictions on how dogs were taken care of here based on his tour. Especially if there was a rather intimidating dog going around. The two parted ways to eventually make conversations with their respective people.

Alexander joined into the conversation Manny had started with Padre so that was a nice addition. "Thing's have been going pretty well on my end. I got promoted to assistant cleaning director of the interior of boats." He said the line with a smile that more then clearly implied it was a joke. But he found it funny giving an excessively long official sounding title to a simple job. Though he would feel like a fool if that turned out to be an official title of some kind and he just poked fun at whosoever job that actually was. As well, Padre had cleared up that the grave site was pretty close. These steps were mostly precautions. It made sense, even in Manny's old community the place had its own precautions in place for things like this. Though rarely held the manpower to execute those precautions other then making sure someone with a rifle could watch safely from the gate. Even though the little group of team Eden was spread thin, Thalia had taken a spot near by and given Manny a nod of acknowledgment. He returned the favor and took note of her speaking Spanish to one of the guards. He didn't know the man though, and Manny's Spanish was rusty since he hadn't actively used it since he was a lot younger. Sure, bits came back reliably, but he wasn't sure he could hold an active conversation without doing some real major practicing.

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Hunter Monroe Location:Streets (O4 -> M2) Skills:N/A

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Hunter wondered what prison life would be life. He had seen the cells in his old base many years ago, and he had passed by prisons while out on the road. But this was a former residential district. So he wondered what was the play here. Maddoc's Answer to his question was... vague. Hunter knew what he said, he just wanted clarification he meant it. Some reassurance that at least some of this was going to be okay. But oh well, the only reassurance he could have was anything he could give himself. One of the guards sighed, and Hunter had to stop himself from sighing as well even if just out of habit. Sure, poking fun was, well fun tot he soldier boy, but it was clear that this was not the audience for his jokes.

One plus side, he could very easily smell the booze in the air. He probably wouldn't be able to drink until he passed out in lockup, but that was an interesting thought. Sleep all of this off until it's done and over with. The downside to sleep? Nightmares. The more he thought about it, lose lose. It wasn't hard to notice being stared at though. Plenty of people probably did while he went by. Was that also supposed to be apart of the punishment? He wasn't sure. Though even if he did stay, that is the image most people will remember him for. He did take note of the bartender woman from last night. He locked eyes with her for a bit as he rounded the corner, but gave no indications of his thoughts beyond that. There weren't a lot of people in this part of town so it was easier to pick her out. Plus, she was one of the few people who he clearly remembered last night. He wondered what was going through her head as they walked by? Probably the same thing most everyone else was thinking. "Fuckin' idiot".

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Assembly (P) Skills: N/A

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So far it seemed Manny was one of the first here at the rally point. It was a nice feeling getting somewhere early and having time to prepare. Though one of the other first, Amelia he was pretty sure was her name, seemed like she had been having a rough day. "You doing alright there?" Simple question, last thing he wanted to do was rush to assumptions in case it wasn't something worst talking about, or at least if she didn't want to talk about it she could have an out to work with. But she did seem stressed, or tired maybe. She did run here after all.

Soon enough, Padre came over from the direction of the church with some others Manny hadn't really gotten time to get to know yet. Though he recognized the one woman as the mother. The Russian one who also snapped under stress in quarantine. No baby though? That seemed interesting, but he wouldn't think too much of it. It wasn't too far a guess to assume they had one here. OR maybe school was in session still? There was still a lot to learn about this place. Soon the bus came that had originally brought them in the gates. There was a talk about if the area was clear, he guessed the funeral spot. Though he wondered what was in the bags. Weapons? Other then what in their hands? He figured unlikely, but wondered none the less. He figured time would tell though. He made his way over to Padre. "Is it far from camp?" They were taking the bus, so it was far enough to justify that. As well, maybe they were worried about a large group of people on foot, and their ability to stay secure. Or in case something went wrong. There was a lot going on here that he didn't understand. Lots of need to know maybe. OR maybe it was just far enough to not be secured on a regular basis.

So now they wait until everyone else who is coming arrives. Then, off to say goodbye to the people he never got to know. But their deaths saved him none the less. The longest meeting any of them, was Gavin, in his last minutes of life.

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Hunter Monroe Location: Streets (I4 -> L5) --> Streets (L5 - O4) Skills:N/A

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The walk was peaceful, so that was nice. No one loud, no one staring too long. Sure he wished he had some privacy from public eye, but it wasn't the worst of his problems at the moment so problems for future Hunter. Present Hunter had his own set of problems to work with. No one spoke on the way, no comments, no eye contact. And soon, they went to the back section of camp. It was a weird place that was glossed over by the tour. So another plus side, he got to see a new section of the camp. Knowing is half the battle anyways, right? Though the information wasn't useful for present Hunter. He thought back to one of the last conversations he had with his dad before he stormed out to join the guard, which ironically let people here believe he understood everything about the military, or cared much about it nowadays. How if he left then, he was going to get arrested or shot. And now? Both. But he hadn't been shot in a while so there was a victory there. He planned to keep that track record and see if he could make it two full years without getting shot again. Though he did push his luck now, he still didn't plan on getting shot again.

What he did have to consider, this was going to go one of two ways, three if the members who wanted him to get shot get their way three. He still wasn't sure what to think of Maddoc, but he figured he wasn't apart of that group. Even if the first threat seemed uncalled for. But even Maddoc said there was older members of the group who thought the best action was to have a bullet in his brain. Assuming that wouldn't happen for drunk and disorderly (With a side dish of some food wastage and a less then friendly dictionary), being less then five minutes late to work, and picking up the dog shit late, that left exile, or staying. To add to that, his attempts to make friends here had been more harmful then helpful. He had made enemies here, and his attempts to amend what he did wrong have not gone far yet. He had what he could do during lunch, but time wasn't on his side then. It didn't take a genius to know that even if he was allowed to stay, he would have someone on his back waiting for his next mess up at any time. No one here would trust him again, no matter what. He wouldn't be allowed Izibel, as the people here saw her as a privilege, and not the last thing he considered to be apart of his family. Lots of what Maddoc said in the interview came to Hunter's mind. He imagined a lot of what came up would be like that.

The last option, exile. They again, would take Izibel. He thought of where he was back before Izibel found him. It was... a dark place. He visibly shivered, he wasn't well then. Probably wasn't now. Maybe that is what Gunny supposedly saw? Hunter still didn't trust reading minds through one's eye. But maybe he had something none the less. Where would he even go if not with Izibel? He had already finished his quest to find his family, and had been following cold trails for close to a year now. So finished wasn't the right word... But it was a dead end none the less, with no where else to go. He had checked everywhere he could? He was going into lock up, so he would have time to think about that. But the walk gave him a chance to confirm one thing. No matter what, he had lost Izibel. The interview came back to mind again. Maddoc gave Hunter a decent amount of information. Little bits and pieces, but enough to work with. Nothing collective, but enough none the less. "Did you mean it?" He paused for a moment, realizing Maddoc probably didn't know the context in his mind either. "What you said about Izibel, in the interview a while back." He was referring to his comment about keeping her best interests. When was all said and done, it would help to know that she was okay at the end of the day.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Water Repair Shop (G) --> Medical (B) --> Assembly (P) Skills: N/A

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Things were looking up! The boat was finished, things were clean! Manny's biggest regret was he wasn't going to have time to help finish up cleaning medical. The rather fun conversation about Walker Theoreticals was coming to a close as without study or any proof of concept, it could only go so far between two people on cleaning duty. Still fun none the less. "I see your logic there. The world seems more then big enough if someone doesn't want to be apart of a growing civilization, there is room to be away from it." But Manny wondered for how long, even if people were limited, they could do amazing things once infrastructure and other forms of transportation became available. Once all the small pockets of people banded together, and when they were able to travel greater distances with ease, he wondered if that would be the case, or if there were just that few of them left that it wouldn't be a concern for generations? Not knowing about the rest of the world was up too did make things hard to guess.

He was glad to hear that Lisa should be able to finish things in the basement without much delay thankfully. "That's great to hear!" Manny still wished he could spend more time and help, but he owed it to those who had died, so he could be free to attend the funeral. It felt weird not knowing them personally, but they had died, and he had lived because of it. It felt wrong otherwise. One had died, by his choice at that. The old dentist wasn't sure he would ever be able to let that thought go. No matter how he justified it in his head, no matter how many times he told himself he wasn't the one to pull the trigger, he still made the choice that Gavin was the lower priority.

Manny was so deep in collecting his thoughts and tools that he didn't realize Lisa has slipped until it had already happen and she had recovered. "You alright?!" He said in a panic, but seeing how she pretty easily recovered he realized that seemed like a silly question now. He helped finished the gathering of the cleaning supplies, and followed Lisa back to the hospital. Once there, Manny found himself stuck. The basement still gave Manny the chills more then he would like to admit. He could feel his aging heart racing, his mind stuck and struggling to focus, it was maddening. It wasn't until Lisa said something about it being about time to leave that Manny had it in him to snap out of it. "Hm? Oh right... uh... Right. Thank you." He finished putting away his share of the supplies, and started making his way over towards Assembly. "Before I go Lisa, Thank you for... Well being you. Really made my first day here a rather enjoyable experience." He said in a positive tone despite his stress. Then he left to go meet up with everyone before the funeral. Seemed many were already here as well, Manny deciding he was about as well as he could be anyways as he wasn't particularly messy himself figured he was as ready as he could be. Physically, Mentally he felt like he wasn't ready at all.

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Hunter Monroe Location: Administration (Gunny's office) --> Streets (I4 -> L5) Skills:N/A

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What a week for the Soldier Boy. Pretty much everything that could go wrong, went wrong in some way, shy of him breaking out into a fist fight with the locals. As far as he could tell, there was that internal rage he had against Bass he couldn't place, but his knuckles weren't bloody or bruised and he wasn't in the stockade. Well, at that point. The checkbook 2.0 comment was kind of funny, but it did make Hunter think about things for a moment. Sure, he had a logic train for most things he said, even if not a great one, or a well thought out one, but so far that logic train had failed him most times he had opened his mouth. He figured he could get a chance to work on figuring out that mess while locked up. It did give him a chance to hold off his comment about Gunny being a human lie detector. Holding off his comment how lie detectors were not credible as they were not as accurate as movies showed, or that they lacked context of any kind. Hunter clearly did think about the remark, but refused to comment. Sure, maybe he was good at reading people, but Hunter found the choice of words funny none the less.

Hunter stopped himself again when it was pointed out that a last ditch apology didn't count for much here. Hunter debated mentioning that he wasn't doing it to save himself there, but held off as that might not have been what he was referring towards. Though if he was being put up for exile with a look into his eyes as apart of the evidence against him, he figured he probably wouldn't be seeing these people soon anyways. Plus, he had a lot against him anyways outside of that, and had successfully turned most people he had interacted with against him. And his attempts to make things better snuffed out for a lack of time to finish, still trying to figure out what the details of what he had done, and just strait up fucking up to the point where many wouldn't care no matter how hard he tried. That last part was probably the biggest thing against him, he had fucked up tot he point where many people probably wouldn't view him as much more then some kid who couldn't control himself.

And, it technically wasn't wrong, but nor was it completely correct. He was confrontational, had more outbursts then he would like to admit, and his personal filter was comparable to using a fishing net to filter coffee grinds. He found the comment interesting to the violent thoughts towards the people here. Sure, he had violent thoughts, founds things funny he shouldn't, and probably had a list of people here he wouldn't go out of his way to save them from a burning building, but one area he had held control of so far, was not acting on those violent impulses. He's seen how that game has gone before, it wasn't pleasant for anyone involved. But what if he did? What if that was apart of last night? Apart of him wished he could get a clear idea of what happened and not bits and pieces. Bits and pieces that don't always make sense. He figured Nigel or Nikki might know something more, but Nigel and him had an audience before, so he couldn't ask then. And he was on a time frame before so didn't really have time to stop for Nikki. Plus, he wasn't sure but she might still be pissed too. And now? He was off to jail.

He would follow Roy and Maddoc wherever they took him. No point in resisting now. Sure, his s had enough mobility that he could probably make some decent distance before they started shooting, and he wasn't carrying a heavy pack and vest of gear so that was in his favor. What wasn't, was he had no gear of any kind. Plus, he was smart enough to know that trying to run now would probably leave him Shoot on Sight with no where to go. Sure, he might be able to get away from his guards, but cuffed where to after that? The walls were too night to climb, especially in cuffs. He might be able to pull off swimming, or at the very leave jogging through shallower sections, but he had no idea what kind of traps or defenses were there. Sewers maybe, but he wasn't desperate enough to try going through the sewers again. So the thoughts to try and run, escape were definitely there, he wondered who wouldn't have those thoughts cross their mind in this situation. And apart of him thought of going through with them, but for a few reasons he decided against it. Even if he did get out, where would he go? The local area has probably been stripped clean, and he had nothing. Sure, maybe he could take some gear from another local settlement? But he had no idea where they were, and if they were bad off enough that their defenses could be so easily breached by a single Hunter with no gear, they probably were pretty desperate too. He gained nothing from trying to run, and he still had a little left to lose if he tried. So he wouldn't act on that impulse either.

So instead, he would just follow, not saying a word to anyone as they went past. Nor to Roy or Maddoc. Nothing he could say now would help, but it was clear anything he says now could end up causing more problems. So deciding he didn't need more problems, he kept quiet. And wouldn't look anyone in the eyes. Not out of a feeling of guilt though, just to avoid any kind of verbal or mental communication. It was a good chance for him to think about the last few days, he wondered if what he had done was worse then he thought it was, or if he was focusing on the wrong issues. Maybe that was what the therapy was supposed to be for? But didn't even get that far either.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Water Repair Shop (G) Skills: N/A

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Manny found a lot of enjoyment in the boat cleaning conversation. It was nice to be productive, and it was fun to speculate. He wondered in another life if he could have been a scientist? Then thought about it, and decided that being a doctor was more fun. And generally a lot more helpful. But to add more to the excitement, they seemed almost done! It was a great feeling of finishing a job and doing it well. "I believe I will like it here. I don't think it will be the same as my old life, but I am excited for it none the less. To see what the new world has to offer, and to see what I can offer it." Manny finished his area and moved onto what other areas he could so he could finish up. Lisa did bring up a good point about the Walkers that they had already talked about but over looked. "I see what you are saying. But it's hard to believe that they will be functional... Forever?" He stopped that thought, realizing the Irony of it and the situation. "Then again, it was hard to believe that everyone who died would come back and try to kill everyone. So who knows." He wondered what scientists were thinking when all this started, and the doctors who did study things relevant to this. They must have had a field day trying to understand it. He could picture someone he graduated getting pissed off about the dead walking for the sole reason of making his profession irrelevant. Though Manny didn't keep in touch with people from his graduating class, so maybe he got into a field that if he was still alive would still mean something.

Manny snapping back to the real world of thoughts continued with the conversation. "I mean I think people are working together pretty decently? Other then a few outliers here and there." Eden, the people who brought down his last community. The men that tried to beat him to death in the early days. The Outliers. "Even then, outliers can learn to get along. I kind of think they are scared at times, and that they don't know what else to do. So they try to harm others to feel brave. Or maybe they were scared before, and with the dead rising, they got a chance to feel strong, and the idea of that world going away scares them." Manny finished his spot, and moved on again. Not too many left. "In the last community I was apart of, we had a guy who when we decided we wanted to live, and not just survive, had a breakdown. See, he was... an excellent survivor. He could forage, take on the dead rather well, and I learned later that life before the world collapsed was pretty harsh for him. So the idea of going back to that was... harsh. He was a good man though, saved my life more then once. And when we were attacked, he came through for us as the community as a whole wasn't prepared for a horde as large as the one that hit us." He paused for a moment. "I think you're right though, people are starting to see that working together is the only way to get through this. To my best guess, for a lot of people it's just how they will work together. Some people adjust to that fact easier then others." Manny finished another touch up spot, and got ready to move to another one. Then stopped, to his best understanding they seemed to be done. "Correct me if I am wrong, but I think we just finished up in here."

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Hunter Monroe Location: Administration (Gunny's office) Skills:N/A

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Well that escalated. Things were happening fast enough Hunter wasn't sure he was getting all of it. Taking a moment to breath, he realized he could have explained his frustration better. Saying something now though probably wouldn't help. Plus, he was still pissed. Izibel was all he had left. And they decide to take her away from him, and dangle her over his head by calling her a special privilege? Hunter thought it, but wouldn't say it here. That was bullshit. Maddoc and Roy walked in, and he had a feeling where this might go. They talked, for a while in a language that he couldn't understand. He found that annoying, if you're going to talk about someone, especially someone in the room, have the guts to say it to his face. He soon learned, they would. Hunter, almost commented on the National Guard comment. Almost going into detail about how much of a shit show the Guard was in those early days. Then, the radio called in. They had taken her... And to add insult to injury, the reason he was late was.... partially included. Yes, he had forgotten to clean up after Izibel, and the moment it was brought to his attention he went out of his way to get it done before he went back to work, Thanking for the reminder. "Are you... What the... crap...." He said with a sigh, he wanted to say more, but knew he was already fucked. Anything he said now, would probably get him in more trouble. Hunter decided he no longer liked that woman either. Sure, it would be one thing if she was just doing her job. But the report she gave, was missing so much context of the situation. Sure, he fucked up. He could admit that, but it had been out less then five minutes, he went to clean it up the moment he knew he forgotten it. Giving only a third of the situation, is bullshit. He's wondering now if it would have been better to leave it so he could get back to work on time since he was getting in trouble for it anyways.

He had to admit, the list that followed was pretty accurate. Part seemed exaggerated, sure he was an ass to everyone, but he had admitted his own faults a few times. He could admit though, he could work on the respect part. He tried to give an apology to Nikki and Nigel during lunch, he is now wondering if he should have done that differently, but he wasn't sure how thinking back. Had he spent more time, he would have been late for sure. Had he ignored them, it would have been an even more of an asshole move. He wasn't sure what he should have done. At the time, a simple partial apology seemed better to start, to let know he knew what he did was wrong, but then follow it up later when there wasn't a time crunch. He couldn't figure out what he could have done differently to make things better. Then again, that was the past. And couldn't be fixed now.

The comment that got him, was that he was more of a threat to them, then they were to him. "I... What? You got that, from a look in.... What?" There was a ton in his voice. Not his usual confusion. He was feeling a lot of things in that moment. He was confused, as he had gone out of his way to seem none threatening to these people. Sure that had failed but he still hadn't threatened anyone since he had arrived. And he didn't think he did anything before his breakdown in quarantine that could give that impression? He figured he might have been missing something... He also looked at the comment in it's most basic. They had guns, and numbers. He didn't. Nor the strength to be intimidating. Bringing that up wouldn't help things though. He wasn't sure about the honesty comment. It was only honest if you included relevant information. Sure, he admits it, he lied to these people. He didn't trust them. He trusts Maddoc to be honest. But hearing how what happened before was diced up, and how Gunny was treating that information against him, he held everyone else here to that partial context truth until proven otherwise. Partial truths, were worse then lies. If that is what was considered honest here, then fuck them all.

Hunter held his tongue, the man was right about the fact he had fucked up... a lot. In a rather short period. Hunter wanted to see where this man was coming from, try to fix what he did wrong. But the threat of being shot, when he asked questions on his first day, and the partial Honesty that was given over the radio, made it hard for him to want to improve for these people. It wasn't hard to notice Roy standing behind him. Hunter got the idea. The question was how everyone would react to it. He heard how the process would go from here. In ideals, it sounded fair enough. But he couldn't get that thought of the partial truth on the radio. He tried to block it out, tried to tell himself it would be as fair as Gunny says it will be. When Maddoc looked to Hunter and gave his advice, he just looked the man in the eyes with a smile on his face. A smile that could mean many things. Could be taken as, You got it Boss. No shit? And the most likely, Or What? You'll shoot me? He was anxiousness though. These people scared him. To the point where he wasn't sure what the best case scenario was.

Maddoc was the most interesting person in the room to Hunter. Hunter trusted him to be honest with him. For better or worst, honest at the very least. And maybe Gunny was the same way, but the fact that the radio comment is being used against Hunter, Hunter is using it against Gunny for now. But Maddoc? What surprised even Hunter, he trusted Maddoc, he feared Maddoc, He liked the guy, while also hating him. He was the most interesting person, Hunter liked to hate. He wondered if Maddoc knew that his first threat to shoot him set the tone for how he views people here. Letting him believe they would shoot him on sight for speaking out of turn. Sure, with what he knew now that wasn't the case. But he came here with that in mind. Hunter wondered. The cuffs still needed to go on, if he was going to do something, now was the time. Sure, unarmed he couldn't take them all. But if anyone had a gun? Then he had a chance. That train of thought was broken by Roy's comment. He broke out with a simple laugh. "Holy Shit!" He said with a bit of a smile. "Someone here has a sense of humor." He decided Roy might be someone decent to know. He could laugh, and he was just doing his job. Hunter stopped his smile for a bit. He turned towards Gunny and locked eyes with him as he was cuffed. "You're right. I am an asshole with more faults then I can care to count. I don't know how to act around people, and I have been only honest enough with you all to keep you off my back. So, I'm sorry." It was sincere. Sure, he had his issues with these people, but, he also knew some of it was him being... him.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Water Repair Shop (G) Skills: N/A

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Manny found the conversation about the other settlements... Strange. Lisa has been here for a while, yet seemed to know so little about it. Maybe it was something rather brief and inconsequential so it was easily overlooked. But he found it interesting how so little was known. He would let her speak what she did know while cleaning. "Mostly curious. That, and the young boy in me still wants to go out and see the world." Sure, apart of it was wanting to see what he could do to help it since the most he could do to help here was clean, but that didn't seem fair to bring up at the moment. "I am also wondering I guess what interactions will be like when the walkers do finally stop being... well... Undead. I mean sure it may take forever, but at some point they must be done for? They still decay. So unless they hit a point that they stop, they should in theory all break down and stop being mobile at some point. At that time, maybe the rules about the walls will be more relaxed. And we can interact with those people more. Could be something interesting someday." Lisa pointed out a spot that needed a little extra attention. Manny knowing she was probably the expert here went and started his focus on that spot.

Manny made what progress he could in the time they had. Last thing he wanted was to leave too much work for Lisa. For the rest of cleaning he would focus on what he could, make progress where he could, and make conversation where he could. He felt like they were making good progress, and that there shouldn't be too much left by the time he left for the funeral.

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Hunter Monroe Location: Administration (Gunny's office) Skills:N/A

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Hunter tried to make things work. Sure, he wasn't the best. But he was ready to face his punishment, and he was ready to admit he fucked up. Though Hunter might have misspoken about something along the way. "Oh, sorry about that. I meant about being late, not last night. But still, Ill take whatever needs to happen for last night." Hunter didn't think he went too far the night before, but clearly had fucked up. But if he had gotten into any fights or tried to attack anyone he had trouble believing he would wake up in his own bed. Hunter bit his tongue when it came to talk about his interactions with people. Though he had to agree with a lot of it. He was ready to explain the why, but held off. He had no idea if this was another person who would threaten his life if he spoke against him. He might not, but considering Maddoc and the General both were open to shooting him despite a lack of violence spoke, a lot. Sure, he had the outburst at one point. But he wasn't the only one that day. Even if his was... worse. So he kept quiet.

His tone changed when he brought up Izibel's fate. Hunter sat there, completely stunned. Quiet. And in shock. When the radio call was made, Hunter had a few things running in his mind. Apart of him wanted to reach over and take the radio, apart of him wanted to take the radio and beat the man's head in. A part of him wanted to beg. And a part of him wanted to run back to the condo before they could get there. After a few minutes, Hunter shook himself out of his trance. "What the absolute fuck is wrong with you. You could have picked any fucking punishment, and you decide to go for the one with the most emotional value?!" He didn't shout, but his voice was stern. "Why? So you can pacify me? Since your people's threats of having me shot didn't work? Since me trying to own up to my problems and figure out how to work past them isn't enough? I was ready for any punishment... and you decide to go with the most petty fucking bullshit you can think of? I came in Here. Ready to do whatever I had to so I could show I am Fucking Trying to not be a total Fuck up. And you..." He stopped himself. "What the fuck... is wrong with you people. Do you enjoy this? Do you enjoy breaking people down emotionally and mentally until they are your perfect moldable puppets that you can make take whatever abuse you want to give them?" He did everything in his power to keep his voice at room volume. Shouting wouldn't help, but since they went with the one thing he cared for here, he had no intentions of shutting up yet.

He took a breath and stood up. "You People Are Fucking Sick. Are Fucking Assholes, and are just..." He was having trouble keeping a strait face now. His emotions were catching up to him now. "What... the fuck is wrong with you..." His voice went quiet. In a moment, the last thing he cared for was gone. "Fuck you... Fuck you all." He spoke in a quiet, monotone voice. His fight burned out of him before he could go somewhere he regretted. "I..." He stopped. His words probably falling on deaf ears. These people had their way of doing things. And his way only pushed against it. They had the guns, they had the numbers. And they were fine using them however they wanted. He sat back down though. He had nothing left to say, and he was pretty sure anything he would say wouldn't help anyways. Thinking about it, what he did already say would probably make things worse. But hearing that they were taking Izibel away from him, was the last thing he had a care for. The way he saw it, he really didn't have much left to lose.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Water Repair Shop (G) Skills: N/A

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Manny enjoyed his time talking to Lisa. She was such a young spirit, who wanted to do so much with her life. He liked that about her. "I hope you get your chance to go see the world from... The Sea someday. I bet you would have a lot of fun with that." He made sure to stay focused while cleaning. He didn't want to hold her back again. When she mentioned that he would probably have to leave soon, Manny hit that realization pretty hard. The funeral... For people he had never met, other then the boy who died when Manny chose to let him die. But many? Had died breaking into Eden... and was the only reason he was able to get as far as he had gotten. Sure, maybe on his own he could have taken the first room. But then what? Get shot, get tortured and played with as he lay bleeding on the ground? No, he owed these people his life. The least he could do was attend.

Manny would still do what he could to keep his pace up cleaning. he didn't want to leave too much to Lisa. "So, have you ever been to the other communities? I am a bit curious about what interactions between the groups are like." He mostly wondered if they were as well developed as this one, or if they had more or less people in each, or total. Just... a curious old man. He also wanted to feel useful. What if they were under developed in ways, what if there was a way to help out in them? It made him wonder. "I heard there was conflict between here and one of the groups, but that had died down. But it was all given... rather briefly... If it's not something you want to talk about, or you are worried about explaining it, don't feel pressured. An old man like me just likes to learn as much as he can." He also wondered if he would be more useful to them then here. The medical team seemed to have more then enough people to manage, and even though he didn't get into the trade to be that kind of doctor, he could act as one in an emergency. Plus, he loved the idea of seeing what other communities were doing to survive.

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Hunter Monroe Location: Administration (Lobby) --> Administration (Gunny's office) Skills:N/A

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Hunter twiddled his thumbs as all the people left him alone in the lobby. Truth be told? It was weird. Outside of his own bedroom he figured he wouldn't be alone like this again... ever. But he sat, and waited as everyone left. Eventually, the man he assumed to be Gunny came in, and called his name. His last name. "I don't think the Monroe's exist anymore. Hunter is just fine." He said matter of factually. But he followed without another word. He held little interest in the rest of the building, as he figured the way things were going he would get plenty of chances to see it while he was here. Unless they shot him or kicked him out. But that was a problem for Later Hunter. He was eventually offered a seat, and sat. TO find it lacked rollers bugged Hunter more then it should. Through out the conversation he can be spotted attempting to lean in a way that a chair with rollers would spin a little, but he would catch himself the moment he found resistance.

When the list of charges came up, Hunter wasn't surprised. Hunter sat there, for probably a few minutes thinking over his answer. Not really sure how to respond as he didn't have a solid idea of what happened the night before. "nah, can't say I can deny them. Think the reaction is over the top but yeah I was late today. Got to clean the woman's room by myself." He left out his thoughts on how something about that set up had to change if two people had to be dedicated to a bathroom that apparently only one person used. Every week. Either not the right tools for the job, or someone's doctor needed to be fired. "Stuff from last night also sounds like me. So I wont deny it. Though I can't fairly admit to it either. Truth be told? I don't actually remember much of last night. And what I do remember makes... little sense. Though... people definitely seemed upset." He stopped, and took another moment to think. "Look, we both know no matter what I say I am in the shitter. So just do us both a favor, give me the punishment you plan on giving, I'll do it. And go finish my work. I'm sure you have better things to do then dealing with someone like me who's greatest skill is making enemies with everyone I talk too." Hunter felt like being blunt. He figured with how things had gone so far, it was better to get whatever was happening over with as soon as possible. As fighting things here, tended to make them worse.

His thought process was derailed a bit as portions of that day and night started ringing bells. "Did you... catch what happened between.... Nikki and I last night? I think I fucked that up. I think I said something.... stupid. Something bad. And... did... I hurt her? Like..." He stopped. Not sure how to finish his question. Sure, he was here because he was in trouble. But what better way to figure out what you did wrong then to ask the person giving out the punishment? "I need to know what happened... so I can... try to make things better." He realized with that thought though, even a proper apology probably wouldn't help. At most, it would only show he felt bad about what he did, and would take steps to not do it again. But, he needed to know exactly what he did.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Water Repair Shop (G) Skills: N/A

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He had some solid respect for Lisa's work ethics. And he understood the logic. "Well I'll be there helping. And I hope you get a decent amount of credits for what you're doing. Your job, on top of this, and what probably means staying late to get it done." Sure, Manny understood the logic of staying until a job was done. But if a job was given that needed to take longer then the allotted hours was given, and had to be done that day. Surely that deserved extra? Though he thought, and decided he wanted to add one last note to the old conversation. "Though, if more doctors knew about the walkers from the start? I think we'd have more people in general. I think that is where much of the issue came up. No one really knew anything until it was too late." He did wonder if there was more that people did know, but due to a lack of available communication most people didn't?

The boat repair station seemed interested to say the least. Decent number of boats, and that is far as Manny's understanding for boats went. He never really rode in one before other then the occasional time many years ago. And he had no idea about how anything worked on a boat. "A'hoy to you too." Manny said towards the Maddog. He had no idea if that was the proper response, but it sounded cool in his head. So he stuck with it. Manny did give a polite wave and a "Hello." in response to his introduction from Lisa. "I've seen Maddoc a couple times, but it is great to have a formal introduction. And Rivits, it is nice to meet you too." He kept a good polite smile on his face.

When time came for cleaning the boat Manny got ready as best as he could. "Honestly? Yes. I've only been on a boat a couple times in my life. Late partner tried to take us to a dinner date on a ferry thinking it would be romantic. The poor fool thought he could hide the fact he got sea sick." He said with a bit of a laugh. "How about you? Assuming you've done this before?" Manny would do what he could to help, but he was still pretty new to this kind of work. Wouldn't stop him from trying though.

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Hunter Monroe Location: I7 (Street) --> Administration (Lobby) Skills:N/A

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Hunter found the walk to the Administration building... Interesting. Volts comment about putting his best foot forward he found a bit odd. Sure, the logic was there. But he found it hypocritical considering how quickly the threats of shooting came up. He found it even more odd considering that he didn't threaten anyone by that point. Sure he fucked up later but he knew he did and he knew his social status here would be hurt forever for it. That was fair. "My best foot isn't relevant here. So you could say, I am finding my footing?" He smiled with a look of approval for what he thought was an amazing joke. Deciding that it wasn't as funny out loud though, he stopped and just moved on from it. Though a joke was probably a better thing to say then his real thoughts. There was more comments about his best, but Hunter's comment stood. Plus, he saw little reason to put his best forward here. He was still deciding if he trusted the people here, or liked them beyond basic toleration. When in the admin building Volts and the woman named Sandra had a conversation about him. When she looked his way, he smiled a polite smile, and waved.

Hunter was eventually told to sit, so he did with a shrug. The chairs were simple, and traffic was low. He noticed Sandra say something about a Mac, assuming he was Gunny so maybe his past logic was flawed about who to blame for the threatening. That and the times matched with what he was doing. The follow up code was weird, but he shrugged it off. He had figured he would just have to wait this out, have the meeting thing, and move on with his day. What he found weird even for this place, was seeing Thalia here. His memory of her the night before was vague, but he remembered something about... a power saw... Now he wondered if he had something to do with a power saw?! He made a mental note to not get wasted like that without a backup plan again. But looking at her arm, he concluded that he had nothing to do with the power saw.

Hunter took note of Thalia noticing him. And talking in private. He watched as the weird conversation took place. He wondered what they were talking about, was it something to do with Gunny as well? He watched as the conversation took place, and said nothing. He figured he might as well wait for his appointment to start.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Medical (B) --> Admin(A) --> Water Repair Shop (G) Skills: N/A

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The conversation took a rather interesting turn, but one Manny would still pitch in on none the less. "Funny you should say something. I noticed the same thing a couple years ago and couldn't wrap my head around it. Now, the group I was with at the time was smaller, so thankfully people were not hurt as much so I decided to fill my time with reading, and problem solving." Something Manny didn't notice while in this conversation, when he had reentered the basement, he didn't feel... scared. Or uneasy at all. "I do have a theory, but I am not the right kind of doctor for this, and much of the concepts I am had to think about were not taught in med schools until years after I attended them. Plus. I also lack the expertise to confirm the theory, so it may be completely wrong all together." He made sure he kept up his share of cleaning while working in the basement as much as he could. He was still getting used to where some things went in here, but given a day or two down here he should have it down.

Manny continued with his idea. "What if, most strains of bacteria that cause decomposition, wont touch the dead while they are still reanimated? I mean think about it, they are extremely infectious, and their decay rate is suspiciously slow. But what if, that same strain of bacteria also prefers less decayed flesh? So..." He stopped himself. Realizing where he was about to go with this. And remembered why he stopped thinking about it. "But again... I am not that kind of doctor. I clean teeth. SO for all I know, everything I said is strait up crap." Sure, he did wonder about the Walkers, who didn't? But he also knew that testing the walkers like that was... risky. And to do it properly, unethical. "Could be some voodoo stuff for all I know. They didn't teach that in medical school while I was there either. Go figure right?" He figured ending the conversation on a simple joke was better then where he abruptly cut it off.

Manny was curious about what else Lisa would try to get in her trap. Small game for hunting? He wasn't sure, but he was curious what she could do. He always loved to see how creative youth could be with their ideas. Manny was also glad to hear boat work wouldn't be too harsh, not a fan of the word tedious though. For people Manny's age it meant the old man tax on his back. He wouldn't say anything though, he would try his best and see where it went. The time had come to head over to administration. "Shouldn't be too much left here. We should be able to finish this later today, or tomorrow if it comes to that." He finished up what he was working on, and followed Lisa out. The trip was short, simple, and pleasant enough. Lisa went in to drop off the papers, Manny followed this time so he knew where to drop off papers int he future. In the future though he may ask to stay outside so enjoy the air. But next time. Then he followed her to the boat repair. The canal, or river maybe, ran through the camp along the wall. It was an impressive sight, and he wondered what it must be like to be out on the open ocean. He figured it wasn't the life for him. His fear of confined spaces was harsh enough for now, he figured it probably wouldn't be better on a small boat, in the middle of the ocean. He went into the building and would start whatever job was asked of him.

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Hunter Monroe Location: Mechanics (K) --> I7 (Street) Skills:N/A

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Hunter was greeted by Mizrahi as he explained that Hunter would be getting written up, and had to keep working on the woman's room by himself. The write up made sense, so did the task, even if it seemed a little petty to the Soldier boy. But he wouldn't say anything. He would nod, and take his punishment. He was thankful that Mizahi was a quiet man, Hunter was a bit more reactive then he waned to be. And last thing he needed now was trying to defend his reasoning or deciding to fuck it all and walk off. Thankfully, that didn't happen. The cleaning still sucked, but Hunter put up with it and did his best to clean up the place. It felt odd. Being by himself again. Thinking back, this was the first time he had been alone since he got here. While in quarantine, he was grouped up with everyone else, and had a room mate. While he was out he had been in conversation distance with Nikki or Nigel to the best of his memory. And waiting in his room, Izibel. Now? This was weird. Sure, there were people in the next room over, and the room after that. A decent amount of people at that. But... They were not here.

Hunter kept cleaning doing his best with the job. With the thought of being alone though, he broke out laughing... More then once. Nothing too loud or audible, but present none the less. He wasn't sure what he found funny here, maybe it was finally being alone after being in such close proximity to so many people, maybe because he thought he would be under constant watch after how the last week or so had gone and now no one was watching him. Granted there were people outside the door, but still. Maybe he was nervous, and this was the only way he could cope with the stress without blatantly showing it. He just kept working though. Soon enough, that comfortable feeling of isolation was over.

Volts came over eventually, chatted with Mizrahi about something that seemed rather shocking. Maybe Serious? Hunter wasn't making a true attempt at understanding the language. What he did understand was a line that Hunter was all to familiar with. You fucked up. Sure, it wasn't word for word what Hunter heard a lot it seemed, but the message was he same. "Sounds about right." Hunter spoke with a tone of acceptance. No point in denying it, and he was pretty sure he fucked up anyways pretty bad. He knew something happened between him and Nikki, he wanted to fight Bass by using a lunch tray as a blunt weapon, and based on how people at the table reacted today, seemed everyone but him knew how badly his fuck up was. Damn word spread fast, or it was bigger then Hunter thought. Seemed Hunter's day was far from over though. He gave Volts a simple nod, and would tag along with where ever he went. The sunshine was nice though, and was a nice break from the shitty indoors of that bathroom. Which he would need to probably clean himself off before he went to bed tonight. He wondered if the meeting with Gunny had to do with what happened last night. And if it did... Shit. He turned to face Volts so he could speak in a hushed tone "So... What... What..." He stopped himself. He didn't really know Volts. He figured his best chance to figure out what happened last night, was to get this thing with Gunny over with. "Never mind, I think I got it." He wasn't so sure on that. But he figured Gunny was a better bet for this situation.

When that was done, he wold finish his work, and find time to talk to Nikki. The apology he gave before was rushed. But he figured something was better then letting her thing he didn't care at all about his actions. Then at least he was hoping it wouldn't seem like he was brushing her off the whole day, and he could do something proper later. Though, he didn't give her a chance to respond, or give himself a chance to explain. What if... what happened last night had nothing to do with her... OR worse... He said something he shouldn't have. Then a thought hit him... did he call her Lucy in his drunkenness? He decided that would be bad. Or anything related to that would be bad. Getting this fixed sooner rather then later was definitely the best option. With that, he needed to know exactly what he did.