Shoe Thief

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: General housing (X)/Apartment 1D Skills: N/A

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Manny was enjoying finally relaxing after a long days work. Out of habit though, the moment he heard the door from within the apartment open up he leaned up ready to jump into action. Old habits of preparing for a lurking corpse were not going to fade fast, but he relaxed when he saw it was Sheers. He leaned back into his chair a bit more calm then the moment before. "No just little old me." Manny said with a bit of a chuckle, but he was sore and ready for the day to be done. "The first day was good, but it reminded me why I hired interns all those years ago. I'm getting too old for labor and cleaning jobs." He said it like a joke, but the rather constant use of muscles all day he hasn't been using like this in years was catching up to him. And it required enough effort that it did wear him out. Not as bad as he had seen it effect other people his age, but he knew that time may come sooner then he would like.

Age was creeping up on the old dentist. Even in the years since the old world stopped working he had noticed it. In the early days he could hold a good jogging pace with his pack and gun for a decent amount of time. But even a week ago when he did the same to catch up to the helicopter he found himself struggling to keep pace and not run out of breath as he ran. He'd be lying if he said age wasn't something that concerned him. "Overall? Good day though. Got to see a lot of the place, and got to meet a lot of people. Did you have a decent day?" He didn't know sheers too well, but he remembered a brief conversation with the man back in quarantine. Though he didn't remember much about it.

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

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Hunter sat in his cell with his fork deep in thought. He had nothing on hand to offer over in terms of material, and his skill would have been useful in some regards had things not turned sour so fast. Even assuming the old stockpiles he had established in the early days were intact, few had things that would be value from across the country. And the close ones were small things that he decided were useful to have if he needed them, but were not worth carrying at the time. He found himself stuck for options. He had little to make himself inexpendable, and he had even less to offer that he would be trusted with now. And it was made clear he wouldn't be leaving with his dog even with terms were better.

He found himself turning at the sound of the door opening. His first reaction was to reach for his trusted fork, but he found himself relaxing a bit once he saw Roy. More out of confusion then anything else he sat on the bed facing him the fork still in his hand but now in a more relaxed posture. "Am I in trouble for something else?" Not paying attention to the fork in hand, he found himself fidgeting with it as he processed the situation unsure what to think of this new man who wasn't his warden or anyone he knew that would either want to talk to him or ream him out. "Or are you here for some other reason?" It wasn't long since Hunter had seen Cage. He wondered what would bring Roy down here.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Streets L5 --> General housing (X)/Apartment 1D Skills: N/A

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The streets were beautiful this time a night. The view reminded him of years ago when he would get home either after dark, or when the sun was getting to set like it was now. It reminded him of the day when he first had purchased the plot of land he eventually built his business on, and he and his Husband would spend hours a day trying to set it up reading old books, hiring professionals only when they were needed the most, and able to squeeze up enough money between the two of them to afford it. Though financially they were stable after that period in their life they still had other problems to deal with. Though most sunsets like this reminded him of pretty nights, there was a short period of time where the sun setting meant another night of hoping no visitors would arrive and cause trouble. Manny at that point in his life made a reputation for himself, and that helped bring an end to things before things got really bad.

But that was the past. The long nights of waiting to see what may happen are over. Now they had food, shelter, and no unhinged people burning things in his yard. There were no more nights of hiding in random houses hoping that the dead didn't barge in to rip them apart, with nothing to stop them except hoping it was few enough that their small group could fend them off int he dark with blades and a couple firearms. He made his way towards his new home. It wasn't much, but it was safe. The hardest part for him now would be starting many aspect of his life over in this new community. Something he isn't looking forward towards, but he wouldn't have to do it with a shotgun in his lap anymore. On his way to his apartment he could see the ocean. Though he had seen it may times in his life, it was an amazing sight to see none the less. The only times he had seen it post end of the world it was normally surrounded by carnage. Like the old stone fort, the land around them burned, and moaned. Always moaned. In the early days he remembered what he thought was burning on the ocean. Now? it was clear. A smooth line of sight more clear then even the old days.

Walking into his apartment he would find himself a comfortable seat in one of the recliner chairs to sit in and rest with his eyes closed. He didn't like it, but age was catching up to him. A day of physical tasks either being running for his life, or a day of thorough cleaning all day took its toll on him. But he had a place to rest and recover for now, and that for now would be enough.

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

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Having a rough idea of what his priorities are, he needed to figure out how to make that work. Maddoc made it clear, leaving with Izibell wouldn't be allowed. So leaving wasn't a good option. Not unless he thought he had a real chance to get out with Izibell. Realistically though, a chance like that wouldn't happen. So he had to find a way to make staying work. The long list of apologies would be a step. He upset and pissed off a lot of people. Thinking about it, even if he got the chance to leave he'd want to do that anyways. It made him think about what Nikki said about mistrust. He figured some of that was a lot more true then Hunter gave it credit for. Though he had little hope getting over it. Hunter's experience with officers was poor even before coming here, and many of the ones here felt like those he had met in his short career. It was easy to see their mistrust too, he wondered if that was was due to the conflict with the other group. Either the mistrust caused by that conflict, or he wondered if it was a case like his. Where his mistrust led to conflict and that is why they were still trying to help them.

His therapy appointment would be coming up in the next couple days. He wondered if that got canceled because he was now in lock up or if some poor bastard would have to meet him here. Both probably didn't work too well in his favor. And then there was making himself useful. To make himself a pain in the ass to replace. He thought about the skills he possessed. He chuckled at that though, it wasn't in his favor either. Most of his skills were good for the world outside the walls. Something unlikely they'd let him do. He could handle his way around most types of firearms with relative ease, but after how today went them giving him a gun seemed nearly impossible. He has countless years of salvage experience, and the experience that came with trying to get some of that salvage to work again. They seemed to already have a pretty fully crewed repair team from what he saw today so that may not work either.

A part of him considered bribery, but he already tried to buy Izibell back using what gear he walked in with. That made no progress. He thought back to his time on the road, stockpiles of things that as an individual traveler would be useless to him, but maybe to a community some use. The most useful ones were from the early days, and likely picked clean by now. It didn't help that he had no idea what the total inventory of things they had here were, or what they were looking for now. He considered some of his personal stashes he had placed in case he lost his gear or he needed to double back in case of an emergency. But the goods there would be rather few, most stashes he made being less then the gear he walked in with. Sure, guns and bullets were nice. Even a couple days of food for one person. But was it really worth the time and fuel for someone to go out and collect? He figured less then likely. And that was assuming they were all still there and that no one else had found them.

He wondered what else he had to offer. Not as much as he would have liked. He knew his way around explosives, but like the firearms things, he had little hope they would ever let him handle anything like that after today. He chuckled. Most of his skills he had were well balanced for someone living on his own outside of the walls. But inside? He had few skills useful for the new modern world. He thought back to the early stockpiles, the ones he found that were more or less useless to him at the time. And he wondered which were most likely to still be intact.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Mess Hall --> Streets L5 Skills: N/A

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Since the apocalypse had begun Manny had suffered a rather unusual problem that most people had been able to figure out. He didn't fit the new social post apocalyptic norm. His outgoing nature and attempt at poor humor made it really easy for people to disassociate with him as he gave off the impression of just another person who couldn't accept the new reality of the situation. Though those who knew him a while knew there was more to him then that, it could make first impressions hard. But that out going nature of his seemed to do some good tonight for Nigel. Though it was a strange story, it seemed to give the man hope. Though he did feel bad for not sharing the final bits of said story, it was probably best. "Emanuel, but most people just call me Manny. And yeah, I came in with them. Thalia and Alexander are their names, other then Thana. Good people, can hold their own in a fight." He knew what stuck with people nowadays, who could hold their own in a day to day survival situation.

Nigel had also asked his group about some D&D stuff but it wasn't a game in Manny's realm of experience, but he hoped it was fun. He also seemed hopeful about the boy in the cell. Hearing what Rosie said about the other cases was confusing, but for now he would hold off on commenting. There was probably context he was missing. He hoped he was missing context...

With the conversation dying down he decided it was probably a good time to head in for the night. He would say a simple goodnight to Rosie, Nigel, Dolittle, and a few others while making his way out. Alexander seemed to be in a pretty in depth conversation so for him he gave a simple wave towards him while leaving. A smile, a nod of acknowledgement, and a wave. Thalia also seemed to be having herself a rather in depth conversation so he figured he wouldn't get in her way either and gave just a simple smile and wave towards her. He did pass by at the right time to hear a name he was ready to let die. Eden. The place was hell, either by design or by chance it was hell. He froze in his tracks hearing it at first, but would continue walking less then a second later like nothing happened. He was ready to forget that place. He wasn't sure what Thalia was doing bringing it up, maybe someone had asked about it and she was explaining just how bad people outside the walls could be? Or maybe there was something else to it? He wasn't sure but he wanted nothing to do with that conversation.

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

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Hunter would spent some time dosing off, regretting not eating some more of his food before meal time ended. He had low confidence for what the next few days carried. But he had one thing on his side, he had time to sort out what he would say, how he would handle thing. And a couple days to sort out his priorities. He wondered what exactly were his priorities. He had a lot of things to sort out for sure, but he needed to pick and choose, as the likelihood of getting everything he wanted was next to nothing. He took a moment to think of some of them just to get them out there.

• Izibell.

He decided no matter what. She was his top priority. He understood his mistrust was still Bias, but even with knowing that, he was determined that one way or another, he would get her back. He was not letting the people here keep her. He didn't care if they thought they were better, he knew they had resources, but he wasn't convinced that was good enough for her.

• Izibell. Top priority, no matter what.
• A rather long list of apologies to a rather long list of people.
• Secure things in a way to sort out his own life.
• If he stayed, talk to the shrink. He wasn't a big fan of the idea, but even the talk with Ashton helped.
• If he stayed, make himself useful to the point of he couldn't be seen as easily expendable.
• If he left, gain as much distance as possible, and find somewhere to ride things out.
• Make actual friends
• Get himself back into shape. He barely had the strength to carry his own gear anymore. That needed to change.
• If he stayed, draw as much attention away from himself as possible.

The list was in no particular order, other then Izibell. She was his top priority, and he would do anything for her. Even if he struggled every step of the way, he would find a way to hold onto her. He thought about it, what he would do if he was kicked out without her. His plan then? He figured that would depend on the manner he was kicked out on. Other then that? If he stayed, he had a lot of work to do. Most of it would be work he would despise, hate, and be miserable doing. But work that needed to happen none the less. His biggest challenge? To be a more tolerable person socially. He thought back to years ago, the last time that was a real priority for him. That need faded around the time he met Greg and Don. Though he still held onto a piece of it from June and Lucy, the need was pretty weak then. And before then? The Guard. "God this is going to fucking suck."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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

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There was a lot going on at this point that Manny attempted to keep track of. When Amelia explained what had happened before it made a bit more sense now. "Well hopefully you don't have too many encounters like that." He did find her view about smaller dogs being more tolerable then bigger ones. Made him wonder how well she would get along with Lisa with their totally opposite views of dogs? Manny didn't have too strong an opinion of dogs overall but he could see why people liked them. And why some feared them. She got to the part about Nikki, and how she stayed behind at the jail. He wasn't really sure how to follow that up other then a simple thanks. "Okay. Thank you for sharing."

When things moved back to the work day, he smiled a bit as Amelia talked about her day and the people she worked with. "Well that does sound like a good day. I'm glad to hear you enjoyed yourself today." Seemed the supply team was a good team to work on as well. He was glad to hear it. The most important part about integration with a new group is getting along with those already here. Manny had some of his own hiccups today, but seemed Amelia had been doing better then he was which seemed like a win.

It seemed Nigel, the Neo-Roman was taking Hunter's situation harder then anyone else had so far. Rosie had some reassuring words for the man but it was hard to say how well he was taking them. "Nah, I wouldn't say totally lost." He paused for a moment, debating sharing a story from his time as the head doctor in his last group. "A couple years ago, the scavengers in my last community found this girl who had been injured on her own. Looking at her, she didn't look at her she didn't seem like she had much of a chance, but I operated to try to save her life anyways." He lifted his right hand to point at the thinnest scar on his palm compared to the other slash like scars on his hands. "She woke up only a few minutes after I finished the operation, and to thank me she stabbed me with a scalpel." He lowered his hand and held a look of "Yeah one of those days". "After we calmed her down and made sure I wasn't at risk of infection, we figured out that she had been a prisoner in... a group of people who had done rather horrible things to her. Even after she calmed down she refused to trust anyone for the longest time and would have to be regularly subdued. It took a while to assure her that her new home was safe, but we did over time. And she became a rather amazing woman we learned knew more about carpentry then our own carpenter." He stopped the story there. For all intents and purposes that was a better ending to the story. "It will require a lot of work on his part, especially since we don't know what he is in for. But as long as he didn't stab anyone too hard I think he still has a chance." He shrugged with a warm smile on his face. He didn't have too strong of hope for the boy, but his own thoughts didn't need to be a downer on the situation. Why not give the man a little hope to work with?

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

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Hunter had at least gotten himself comfortable on his bed. The fork was a reassurance that at least he had something. Not much but something. When Cage when to take the tray Hunter debated saying something along the lines of he wasn't done with it yet, but it didn't come across as more then him shifting in his own bed. Cage said something about not doing anything stupid, and Hunter was ready to reply something about the remains of his former cell mate, but held off. "Think we're a bit late for that." He stayed laying down on the bed not making eye contact. He wouldn't move while Cage was still in the room.

Hunter sat up after trying to sleep for a while. The nap he took before really threw him off and he wasn't sure what he could do to help pass the time until he was tired enough to sleep again. He looked at the fork in his hand, and thought about the conversation he had with Ashton before. He debated a few things. But even though the talk with Ashton was a simple one, it opened a stream of thoughts that Hunter had spent years trying to suppress at the cost of not being completely sure what portions of his memory are reality and what are things he told himself to make it easier to cope. What he knew for sure? He knew their names. Lieutenant Anderson. Lieutenant Matheson. Staff Sergeant... He paused. He didn't remember the Staff Sergeant's name. He cursed himself for forgetting. "Pete. Lucy. June." He continued to list of names for a while until he hit a group of names he wasn't ready to say out loud. He figured he'd stop there. He knew who they were, and he was the last to know who they were by name. "And, Izibell."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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

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From the sounds of it, Lisa had great plans to come up with creative ways to deal with walkers. He wasn't sure it was his cup of tea, but all the power to her. She did wish him luck on his way over so that was very nice of her. The conversation about D&D Manny held no luck in following. He had made little progress in understanding any of it, so when Amelia was ready to talk it was a rather big relief for the old dentist. "Glad to hear you're doing better. But don't worry too much, some dogs can be rather... Intimidating. So I can't blame anyone for being uncomfortable around them. Or more so in some cases." He tried to be reassuring but he wasn't the best at gauging his own words too well. "Personally my first day was good. Got to go on a boat. So that was cool. As for how things are going now, I think it's pretty good. Though Lisa, the woman I have been working with today is roommates with what I just learned was your work day partner. And when we noticed you here and not Nikki, we were wondering if everything's alright there? Not that I expect anything bad but we wanted to be sure everything is alright?" He was curious about where she was now, but first, he wanted to make sure that nothing had gone wrong other then the boy from quarantine being locked up.

Part way into his thoughts, it had occurred to him a severe mistake. "Oh, how rude of me. How has your first day gone so far? Other then the dog thing of coarse. What fun and exciting things have you been doing today?" He felt he should have opened with that more as it seemed like a more polite conversation etiquette to as prevent the conversation from being too one sided. He knew if he wasn't careful he would spiral and do nothing but ramble for a while if left to it. What he wasn't expecting was when Nigel, another man from quarantine to have something to ask about the situation. Manny never minded another person in the conversation, but it seemed there was some concern about the man's tone. "Oh he... Last I heard he got locked up. I don't really know the details going on there yet though." Manny didn't know the man too well, but he did remember that he had been with Hunter a bit the night before. Especially around the rather drunken moment of the night. Other then that, Manny didn't know a ton about the man in front of him.

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

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What happened from here was something closer to what he expected. Even if he had prompted it to go this way now. He held his tongue and let her say what she had to say. He stayed on his bed expressionless for a while listening to what she said. Some of it struck a nerve but it wasn't until she got to Izibell that he stood up. That struck him somewhere he wasn't ready to deal with yet. Partially because he felt it was true, partially because he felt the people running the place were not better in their ways of handling people, their mistrust, and there own threats. The lie part got to him a bit, but he knew there was no point in arguing it. He hadn't lied to her, Maddoc he had pushed things with but not Nikki. Though combined with his reaction, and his lack of caring response to his wording could be enough to push her. "If I wanted to die, I had the chance to do that more then once. And yet? I am still here." He said it in a rather flat tone. Though it was more of a partial truth. The chances were there a few times, and at more then one he had almost acted on them. The most recent being stopped by his meeting with Izibell. There was a lot of information he was struggling to follow. Some of it about the night before, some of it involving his attempted to start an apology earlier, though guessing from her reaction that seemed to cause more harm then good.

He stumbled to his bed after Nikki left. "I've been told." He said when Cage spoke about it. Hunter curled up on his bed and faced the wall trying to block out the world around him. He debating trying to ask Cage for something, but in the end just stayed where he was and tried to keep his mind semi focused on his own thoughts. He leaned over and grabbed the fork off his tray, most of the food still unfinished, and curled back over with both of his hands gripping the fork handle as if the fork meant everything to him and letting it go would be the end of the world. Again. Mostly, he wanted something to hold onto. Though he's not sure a fork was the best for it, his own options were limited. So fork it was.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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

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One thing about the conversation that was made clear, was maybe Manny wasn't quite ready for a.... Nikkliear explosion. He chuckled at that pun, but maybe they were right. Kids were not a strong suit of his. Even when he tried to help a couple from time to time once his own life was figured out that was something he wasn't equipped for. The only way he knew how to establish authority with kids was the way he and his friends would establish control over others during that period of his life. Didn't work the same when you got to trying to improve lives rather then make others submit to your rules. He did chuckle at when Lisa patted him on the shoulder. "Yeah yeah I get it. Have fun playing with Nikki." It seemed his comment about a particular appendage had been funnier then he realized it would be. "Robin Williams. 2002." He stopped for a moment to think about it. "I can't say for sure where he said it, but I know it was his line. Though his version was more blunt. Though it is very true." As a dentist, a good chuckle here and there was a good thing. Smiling people was really a sight to see.

Around the room people seemed to be having a rather fun time with each other. Thana and Thalia were alone by themselves again, he wasn't sure where the army captain was now though. Maybe he went to get food too. Seemed though both Dolittle and Lisa wanted to know more about he Nikki situation, but seemed to be debating about who should go up and ask. "One moment." He stood up and grabbed his now empty tray and moved towards Amelia. Though he was interested in learning more he rarely cared enough to go out of his way to learn more in those regards, but he remembered the girl from earlier in the day who had seemed pretty shaken up from a dog encounter. He wondered if it was the same dog that they had just been talking about?

Making his way over he got bits and pieces of a conversation about D&D. Not something he knew a ton on, but he had heard people talking about it for years. He stood and listened in for a bit noticing a few other people he knew. He saw Edna who had done his interview, and Nigel as well who he didn't really know that well. But he was in quarantine with the rest of them. The conversation clearly confused Manny as he tried to follow along but he tried his best to hide it. Though not very well. He waited though for a break in conversation to talk to Amelia preferring to wait until everyone was done talking. "How are you doing? Better from the dog situation?"

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

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Hunter was glad to hear Izibell was doing good. Before she came she spent all day every day without a leash able to go more or less wherever she wanted. Now she got a few couple minute breaks outside and spent her days locked up. It was troubling for him but he wanted to say it would be better. It was also the main reason he ended up being late earlier as well, so he had a chance to get her outside more. "Glad to hear it." Nikki got to the point soon enough though. After explaining she had only a short window before she had to leave she got to why she was here. Hunter wasn't sure how he felt about it, but it wasn't a pleasant feeling that he knew for sure. "Ah. So, you just want something to gossip about? You want first dibs on whatever juicy information there might be." He sighed and turned away from her for a moment going back to his tray of food. He considered just stopping the conversation then and there.

Hunter decided that not only was he not a fan of attention he had gained for himself. He also was starting to really hate gossip. "I just... ugh... this place." He let out a frustrated sigh and paced for a little bit. He stopped and turned his attention back to Nikki. "Don't think I got an answer you want. Lots of smaller shit, and people generally having short patience with me. Terrible combination." He didn't feel like sharing more for gossip. If Nikki wanted to find out more, she could wait like everyone else. He went back and sat on his bed grabbing his tray of food. He didn't take anymore bites from it, but he kept his attention on it. He wanted to take the chance to try and properly apologize for the night before. But he found himself too frustrated to speak about it now. Plus, he wasn't sure how to go from "Fuck your wants for gossip" to "Hey sorry for being an asshole last night". He wanted to out right say it but he wasn't sure how to start it now. Plus, Nikki gave him the impression she either didn't care anymore, or she cared more about something to gossip about then it. "If that's all you're here for, feel free to just leave me alone now." He wasn't sure completely what he expected when he saw Nikki come in. A part of him expected Nikki to call him out for being an asshole the night before, maybe for being a rushed messed earlier in the day, or maybe even to tell him how stupid he was to get himself locked up in here. He didn't expect she came here just so he had a chance to apologize. But he was hoping for that chance none the less. He was definitely not prepared for her to just be down here to gain information so she could share it how she wanted.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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

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Manny held a face of near horror at the mention of a sugar production actually being functional again. Sure, it would be more natural, but it appeared that cavities would be back on his to do list soon enough. The conversation about the cavity farms was brief though as it turned into the specializations of larger communities. Then after that, back to Nikki. "Wouldn't hurt to have another Thana around." He found it interesting where the people he had traveled with found themselves now. Some were role models, some were making friends in powerful places, and some where.... He eyes over to Thalia and Thana who had something going on with the army captain. With the talk of Fuck hunts his mind went a couple places but he didn't think Thana and Thalia had that kind of relationship. Not letting the current conversation throw off his thoughts maybe it had something to do with some kind of shared story telling about Thana. She seemed to be the center of attention at the moment.

Bringing his mind back to the fuck hunt at hand. Seemed Lisa was participating, but decided to hold off for the night. The conversation shifted a few times before getting to the boy of the night. "Alcohol does strange things to people. Some handle it better then others. Though the boy's social skills seemed lacking to begin with. The way he acted in quarantine, and everything else. I wonder if he was always someone who struggled socially, or if it was a development caused from.... Well the world ending I guess. First settlement I was in, met a lot of people who had broken to the point where they weren't functional anymore. Though we did what we could for them... Most didn't last long." He wondered if the boy was one of those cases, and had just somehow survived up to this point despite the odds. "If they do end up talking, I hope it isn't too... Awkward I guess. Maybe it'll do some good." While finishing the topic of the boy and the dog, Dolittle brought up how pets work really well with people in their older ages and how they work better with pets. "[color=00aeef][/color]"

The conversation continued with fuck hunts, Nikki and Bass, and a few other things that Manny wasn't sure where he could add too much input on. "Can still feel bad for him even if he should have known. As the old saying goes, God gave man enough blood to run the Brain, and enough blood to run the...." He stopped, realizing there might still be children around and that he didn't want to be too loud as most people probably would find his comments as entertaining. "That, particular appendage. But not enough blood to run them both at the same time. Though who knows, they're both young and people change a lot from being young and who they finally turn out to be. I mean, looking at my own case. I went from a street gang and years later owned my own medical facility. Settled down, and overall my life took a total 180. So who knows." He went back to his food thinking about that. How drastically some people change while they are growing up and figuring out who they want to be and who they are going to be. Dolittle brought up where Nikki would be since her work partner was already in and she wasn't. "Another Fuck Hunter maybe." Manny said it with a shrug as he finished his food.

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Hunter Monroe Location: Jail (AA) Cell B Skills:N/A	.,

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Hunter had made some progress on his food. But not even enough to finish what would have been considered standard rations. Though he was trying, he just couldn't find himself to eat much. He stood up leaving his food tray on his bed and went to the bars, thinking again about his options should he need to find a way out. He grabbed two bars side by side from one another and shook them a bit. Deciding that wouldn't do much. A part of him wished he grabbed that tooth when he had the chance. But a tooth of a dead man would only go so far on it's own. No... It would require him to go to rather dark places he wasn't sure he was ready to return to yet. Places he needed to go to survive, places he needed to go to so he could protect those closest to him. He stopped at that thought and looked around the cell. "Guess it doesn't matter now huh." Alone he waited in his cell. With everything that had happened up to that point, he was still the only one to make it this far. No, there was Izibell, so far at least. That, is when he heard the basement door open. He braced himself for whatever Cage had to say but decided he wouldn't let it get to him.

What did surprise him, was what Cage actually said. "Huh." Was the only noise that came out of his mouth. Who the hell would visit him now? Ash was just here, and Nikki he had clearly pissed off quite a bit. Maddoc? Maybe. He wondered if there was someone else. Then, she came into view after Cage made a comment about regretting trying something. Hunter almost made a smart ass comment, but he found himself confused to the point where he couldn't get a comment out. Cage left, and in Hunter's moment of shock he barely registered what she said. And he stood there quiet for a moment as he was still taking in the situation. "How's she doing?" He spoke with a simple, collective tone. His thoughts went a couple places, mostly... why did she decide to come here? Was it because he said he had more to say? Did she want to rip him apart for what he said the night before? He wasn't even sure what he said the night before. What he did remember, she was upset. A bit pissed too. He wondered what stupid thing he said while wasted. Or did.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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

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Traffic had really started to pick up inside the mess hall. Though for the most part it was probably just the fact that Manny was starting to recognize the faces that were starting to come in. "Thankfully. Sugar production has been nearly impossible for most people now. Especially the heavily processed stuff from the old world. Unfortunately much of the old world food that is still good today is laced with enough sugar that we should probably have a nuclear contingency in case Nikki gets her hands on it." He said it with a bit of a laugh, but it was a rather large concern in his old community that other then canned and dried food which was susceptible to a lot of issues, a lot of foods that held a long shelf life had high traces of sugar. Led to a lot of people who had been forced to survive off the stuff to have blood sugar issues for months.

As the conversation progressed, He took note of Thalia who had entered and had gotten her food. He took note of how she sat more isolated from everyone else. She seemed rather contempt with her situation, so for now he wouldn't say anything. But he worried about some of her more anti social habits in this community. But she was strong, and she could adapt. He would keep an eye on her, but for now he could assume she was fine. He would try to give her a simple wave of acknowledgement, but from across the hall it may be hard for her to notice it. Alexander still seemed to be having a grand time with the man in charge, but he couldn't tell what was going on from where he was seating. But it seemed good. It was nice to see his friend branching out and meeting people, being social. He also took note of Thana who had made her way up to the stage to eat her food. He would try to get her attention too, giving her a wave of acknowledgement as well. If either of them wanted to sit with them he would be open for it, but he has found that if he pushed too hard while on the road, they would tend to back off more socially then.

Manny brought himself back to the conversation at hand. The cat comparison Dolittle made was a rather extreme one, but he understood the comparison. Seemed the girl was at the height of her youth ready to see everything the world had to offer. Lisa had made some comments about the dog again. "Well, you have fun with the dog. I think I am getting a bit too old to take care of a creature that big now. And with that much more energy then myself." Then it went to the party last night. "If I am being honest, I didn't pay too much attention about the fuck hunt. As for Nikki, I couldn't be sure. Saw her with the boy from quarantine at one point. But seeing as he is locked up now, guessing it didn't work out. Can't say for sure when it comes to Bass." It was hard to miss the drunk ramblings of Hunter from the night before, even if most of it was a bit incoherent. Didn't help that Manny had more or less tried to ignore the boy who clearly had a rather weak tolerance.

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Hunter Monroe Location: Jail (AA) Cell B Skills:N/A	.,

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Hunter took a couple more bites of food before setting down the tray on his bed. He stood up taking a break. He'd try some more later he told himself. Going over towards the bars of his cell a few thoughts went through his mind. First, he had a trial coming up, and he knew nothing about being a lawyer. As well, he had little trust in any that may be assigned to him. Though that was under the assumption that he had a right to a lawyer. As well, he didn't own a suit. He laughed at that thought. Last time he wore one was years ago when he debated if it was worth traveling with one only to decide against it. It was small pointless thoughts but they helped distract him from darker thoughts as he waited. The next thought that came to mind was the cell he now sat in. Though he had no intention on acting with the thoughts in his head, he had a few ideas in his head how he might be able to break out should things come to that. He had a few theoretical ideas on the bars themselves, but nothing for the door at the moment as he hadn't really gotten a good look at it. He also lost his chance for a weapon once they cleaned up his cell mate. Something else might come along, but thinking about it he was still not likely to act on it.

He found himself thinking a lot about what he talked about with Ashton. He actually had a lot of things to say about his situation, and himself. It was odd for Hunter to process. What he knew for sure was that he had his own issues to figure out. But the question was how at this point. He contemplated what day to day life would be like assuming things things went well here. Ignoring the fact he would be the center of everyone's conversation for who knows how long. No, that wasn't a thought he cared for much. Shrugging it off for now he paced his cell with his food barely touched.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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

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Manny found himself learning a lot about the other communities, or at least the interactions with them. Manny wondered if he would ever find himself in that rotation as well, or if he would end up being more of a reserve doctor who only filled in when medical was filled. The comment about Mammals being Mammals Manny felt he should say something about it. But then he stopped himself. He was literally someone who cleaned teeth for a living, who eventually got transferred into a professional limb remover. "I suppose you're right. Especially in this day and age." Had someone said something like that to him ten years ago, he figured he would be petitioning to have their medical license looked into and questioned. Now? It was someone who knew how to patch someone up, and knew how to well at that. He found it funny how social norms have changed over the years. Had someone told him years ago that now he would be cleaning boats on an ocean side military base he would have probably shrugged off the comment. Had someone told him he would be carrying around a target shooting gun on a daily basis for self defense he may have laughed in their face. He thought of the times where he did have to use a gun like that before the end of the world. Never fired, but he did have to show at least one group of extremists that he was armed, and that his home was a bad target to go after. Though even then he had a tendency to get sick after they would leave, suddenly losing what composure he held.

Then there was the first time he fired a gun at what he presumed was a person. Even with what he knows now, it still sent chills down his spine. But here he was in a world where anyone who left their homes were armed. Though now home was concrete walls. Five years, five long and life changing years. Manny found himself nodding off a bit, but it seemed like the conversation mostly stuck with the new dog that Lisa was now going to be living with. Lisa made a comment about the dogs behavior, though Manny had low hopes in that area with what little he had seen of the boy. Who knows though, maybe it was the dog keeping the leash on the boy instead of the other way around. "Big dog kind of person are you?" He didn't get the appeal of having a dog around as much. Though he didn't peg Lisa as a big dog person, sure showed what he knew about reading dog people. Though she did bring up good points, who doesn't want a huggable friend around them at all times? Manny did let out a bit of a chuckle as DoLittle compared the dog and Nikki. "Is she really that much?" Manny asked with a smile. The overall conversation reminded him of his days of his old dentistry. The simple friendly banter with a mix of professionalism in it. It was a good time.

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Hunter Monroe Location: Jail (AA) Cell B Skills:N/A	.,

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And like that, Hunter found himself alone again. This time though he had a lot going through his mind, and a lot of information he was left to process. Ash had replied in a way that Hunter wasn't ready for. What he was ready for, was getting his ass reamed out for being an idiot, for causing trouble, and being an asshole. What he got? Thank you. Unsure how to react, he simply listened to what Ash had to say, some advice to try and make his own life better, and improve relations with the people around him. His recommended started point? Cage. He had no idea where to begin with Cage, as like most people here he Cage was someone confusing to Hunter. And at his mention he found himself confused. But he simply nodded as Ash left. Replying a simple"See ya." Ash had left Hunter with a lot to think about.

Then there was Cage. His reply to Hunter's comments? His weight, or lack there of. It was a simple comment, but it made it's own point. It also answered his questions in a sort of backwards way. It explained the why, the most important bit. But he left it at that as he prepped to leave. Overall, he wasn't sure how to take the encounter. Especially when Cage made his comment about a screw being lose. It seemed to conflict with what he was saying so far, or if he had forgotten that Hunter was still in earshot. He wondered if this is how people felt when he talked to or around them. Finally before Hunter got to be alone with all of this new information, Hunter would reply to Cage's comment about returning. "Thanks." He tried to be sincere with it, but was clearly at a dead halt for words other then that. Hunter did find himself unsure how to react to Cage's comment about his mental state. Most people he could ignore with it, or he would jump up to rather aggressively verbally retaliate. Right now? He had no words for it, not even a joke to follow it up with.

After the door closed he examined the tray again. Larger rations then any other meal he had gotten since he had been there. He wasn't sure how to feel about it. Positive that someone was looking out for him, or upsetting that someone decided he needed it. He relented leaning towards positive. He did find it weird coming from Cage. Then looked at the cell next to him where the last prisoner used to be, and what it must have been like dying alone in there. Finally taking the, he made his way back to the bed and found himself just staring at the meal as if unsure what he was supposed to do with it. In the mean time, he found himself just shifting the food around, sometimes taking a bite, but for the most part just moving it around. "Tuna casserole, fruits, and juice. Cool. Cool cool cool." He ate some of the fruit and drank the juice but finding himself stopping quite a few times along the way only making a dent in the fruit. "Fuck nuggets..." He found himself struggling to stomach much. In a cycle of take a few bites, lose his appetite, stop, then his body realizing he's still hungry. Jail was going to be a long one, but sooner or later he would find himself getting through it. One way or another, this would be over eventually. He just needed to make sure the last thing he saw in the process wasn't a muzzle flash.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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

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The conversation was taking some interesting turns. Manny felt like he was learning a lot about the place, while also getting an idea of what people were like in the camp. Even got a little bit of information on the dog boy, though that was limited too. Apparently the relevant information would all be made more or less public knowledge in time as well. Manny was curious to see what was happening in that regard, and it would be interesting to see how legal action takes place here. If it would be closer to how military have been known to handle internal affairs, or if it would be closer to the pre-collapse legal system. He hoped the latter, though even that system had its flaws.

The story about the former kid working in the dentistry was a bit of a sad one, but an all to familiar one now. Hordes have, and probably will be an issue for many years to come. He remembered his last community when forced to face one attempted to face it head on knowing their gates couldn't hold off a mass that big. And he remembered just how many of them had died. Even with the advantage of bullets, and even a passive production going, what they had wasn't enough to hold off the horde forever. "What do you mean by medical fill in. Like, an out-post between the camps? Or something else?" He assumed the first one as with the walls up, the dead shouldn't be able to get in. Even if the gates were weaker then they looked she said some came back. So it had to be somewhere else right? Though if that was the case, it was something that he hoped was still being done. Many settlements he had heard of rarely can get their hands on a proper doctor, or even someone close to one. So a chance to help out other people like that would be pretty close to right up his alley.

Dolittle talked a bit about her time in camp, the list of jobs she does. She was a floater for the various groups it seemed. Helped out here, helped out there, and then helped out with the food coming in. Manny could see the connections, but it was not his field of medical, nor a field he had ever had to fill before so couldn't understand the details beyond the simple concepts. As well, she was a newer generation in the medical field compared to him. She had the benefit of being able to learn more advanced techniques and trades. Where a lot of what Manny had learned was done in times where the practices needed to be more robust and reliable with as little as possible. It came in handy on the road where a proper surgical room couldn't be established, but had a noticeably lower success rate compared to the new stuff in proper conditions. And this place, fell much closer towards modern then what Manny had grown up practicing. Both had their pros and cons to it, and in his age he simply hoped he had been able to learn enough to keep up with the times as things got more advanced.

It appeared The General had made his way in, noticeable by the greetings he got as he entered. The man seemed nice enough, though Manny had never had a good chance to interact with the man. Though he did take note of Alexander as he walked in. Manny returned the wave and gave his fellow baby boomer a smile. Seemed his friend was making friends with people in high places. Manny after that simply made himself comfortable in his seat and began to enjoy dinner. It was nice to have a bit more time to do it now then at lunch. He did think back a bit to Lisa and her new roommate. "Good luck with the new dog Lisa, she seemed pretty big when I saw her." It was only a glimpse more then a week ago, but it looked pretty big back then.

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Hunter Monroe Location: Jail (AA) Cell B Skills:N/A	.,

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Ted had more to say, but Hunter stopped caring much what he had to say at this point. Ted clearly had a strong love for the place, and believed in it to the fullest extent. Hunter, simply put did not. He waited until Ted was done talking and responded rather simply. "Bye." He spoke not looking at Ted and kept facing the wall. Cage had returned giving Ted a chance to leave, and once he had Hunter sat up from his bed and took the chance to talk to Ash real fast before he left too. "Before you go, I did want to apologize." He seemed like he struggled for the words of what to say next, but eventually formed the words he wanted too. "Treated you like an ass before, assumed you were like every other officer I had met. Proved me wrong, so... My bad. You seem pretty decent. And better yet, competent. Sorry ya got stuck with me." He stopped to think again. "And sorry for losing my shit on your friend. I apologized to her but I think she just wanted me to leave her alone. I probably would want the same thing in her shoes." He did feel bad for what he did. Having met rather hostile people most of his time post collapse it was hard to not associate anyone he met with those people. "And uh... Thanks for... I don't know. Talkin' I guess. Thanks." He'd wouldn't really have much to add after that. He wanted a chance to speak, but didn't want Ted as an audience as he did so.

After he left he turned his attention to Cage. He set a tray of food on a small opening in the bars with what he assumed was his own dinner. Looking at the tray something seemed a bit off. "I don't get it." Were the first words that came to his mind as he looked at it. The tray had noticeably more food on it then lunch or the dinner the night before. He wasn't sure of what to make of it. He wondered if it was some kind of fucked up joke and eyed Cage with suspicion. "What is this? There some hidden cost I should know about?" It was an odd thing for Hunter. His entire time knowing of the man consisted of him being a rather big ass. So seeing this now, best case scenario it was him or someone else concerned about his weight and or health. If it was Cage, it seemed like a rather big 180 from what he had experienced so far. He wondered if someone had put him up to this. Ordered him to make sure Hunter didn't die before his trial. He still hadn't touched the tray by this point yet, as if the tray of food itself was some sort of trap.