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4 yrs ago
Current Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure.
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4 yrs ago
Finally got into D&D. Now I feel trapped and I am in love. Should I ask for help or ask where I can get more dice?
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4 yrs ago
Breaks ups are weird. Not sure how to feel about the other person, or about yourself. It hurts for sure, but it's weird and uncomfortable just how different things seem now.
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4 yrs ago
I get that dude. Could be one of those days, in the smae boat myself. Hope you're doing better soon though!
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4 yrs ago
It's an ass kick ass world out there. And all we can do about it is keep kicking ass .

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Welcome to my profile! I decided I needed to update this, and I don't have much for updating... Only in a single role-play right now, so far it's going really well!

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Mess Hall
Skills: N/A

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Manny ate his food letting his thoughts disperse. At this point, he figured the counsel either had thought the same thing he did, or it was such a none issue right now that if he was really concerned he could bring it up later when there was less to worry about. If Hunter was kicked out, he would be sent far away to not be a threat to the community. And if he was some poor kid who was pressured into being a spy for joining a group, he was clearly a bad one who would be set so far away from then he would have to figure things out anew again anyways. And if he stayed, the place was locked down most of the time. It would take a long time for him to get a message out too, assuming he still had any interest too. Even assuming it was real. In that time when things calmed down, Manny figured he could bring up the concerns then when things were less tense. Plus, it was likely that someone deciding things has already had that thought or concern.

He set the thoughts aside, and enjoyed the nice bits of bread especially. He was never the cook in his marriages as the most he could do was go to the store to pick up things, and even then he remembered calling from time to time to clarify items on the grocery list to make sure he didn't get the wrong thing. There was apart of him that missed those days. Granted, who didn't miss the old days where you could walk from one side of town to the other without having to be well armed either do to the undead, bandits, or even scared and undisciplined people who panicked easily. Granted, despite being rather well armed when he was on the road by himself it did him little good when the the group from Eden decided they wanted another man to throw into a cage. Things could have been worse though, and even with what happened in mind he still felt more comfortable armed the way the world was now. Even with things inside the walls safe there was always concerns about what would happen if the walls ever fell, or if something happened to cause an outbreak within the walls. The place was big enough he figured he could figure something out. But it was still an unpleasant thought. But one he would have to work over anyways. Manny finished up his meal and took a good look around taking note of Wayne and Hank at the stage, Thalia with Nigel, Thana and Ashton sitting with each other, Hunter surrounded by a lot of guards, a few others from quarantine as well, and last, but surely not least Alexander. It was a really strange bunch of people, and he wondered how many of them would have had direct interaction, let alone be on a first name basis before all of this went down. The whole thing was a bit insane to think about, but if the apocalypse did anything it was bringing those that were left a lot closer together. For better, and in a few cases worse.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Mess Hall
Skills:N/A

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The walk to the mess hall was something Hunter wasn't sure what to think of. There was clear disapproval of something, and he wondered if it was his constant rotation he did while walking, or if they suspected him of being up to something. He wasn't sure, and spent a decent portion of the remaining walk eyeing Panama in confusion as he walked after his comment. Hunter kept his mouth shut on it though, he wasn't sure what to ask to clarify the comment without making things worse, and without knowing the specifics there was nothing he could say to change their minds.

Lunch conversation went even less smooth. Joaquin didn't reply to Hunter's question, Panama did though. And so did Cage. Hunter sighed, even though he had a purpose in his mind of what he wanted to do he clearly wasn't getting things across. "I'm not trying to pry for information. I am trying to..." He paused for a moment trying to think of his specific intentions. "Actually.... no I think it would still be. But like, it's not for the reason you think." He was right though, in a reverse situation Hunter would have either avoided someone like himself, or prepared to shoot. "I am trying to be social." He let out a sigh again, expressing his intentions was something rather challenging for him and it didn't help things with the situation he was in. Joaquin made a comment and Hunter found himself at a loss of words for it. He had no idea what the man specifically meant, but he figured it was another he was still seen as a threat comment. Maybe he just didn't want to be social with him. But he was pretty sure he got the basic idea.

Atticus came by, followed up Joaquin's comment. And to Hunter's surprise, the man smiled. Atticus sat and continued on the conversation addressing Hunter directly. And out of all the questions Hunter was ready to be asked today, that was not one of them. Hunter was visibly perplexed as he tried to process an answer. "Fine I guess. Trying to break some habits. Adjusting slowly. Reminds me of highschool." He spoke quickly trying to answer the question as best he could, but clearly unsure of if they were good answers. One of those habits, was jumping to worst case scenario with every person he met. Even now, there was a thought running through his mind that the religious man before him was some kind of passive test to see how he acted without the main audience present. He pushed those thoughts down, even if it was a case like that this is a bad time to fuck that up too.

He tried to think of something to say to the man to keep things positive, social, and to try and show he had no hostile intentions. "So... What brings you to this here table?" Nailed it.
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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Education Center --> Mess Hall
Skills: N/A

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Manny listened to the testimonies as they came. Though many seemed to point towards a mix of foolishness, and a severe lack of social skills. What did strike Manny as a concern was Hunter's probing of information. And the amateur nature of it at that. The last part concerned him the most though. It reminded him of when he was a bit younger then Hunter, his time in his "Gang". Manny wasn't sure the best word for it looking back. But it didn't change the concern he had when thinking about the situation at hand. How many, the right of passage to join, was to prove you would do anything for your new family. That there were no limits to what you could and would do. It normally wasn't too extreme, but most of the time it meant doing something stupid, and dangerous. Rob a liquor store, fight the biggest dude in the group, get close towards the enemy and learn his secretes so we can use that against him.

His thoughts were derailed a bit when the topic of Thana came up. Even with the request to keep things broad to avoid the conversation, Manny felt mislead about Thana's situation. It was a vague comment that implied a lot, while staying so little. Just because he knew the why, didn't change how he felt. In the moment he couldn't be sure he'd do better. But that didn't change his thoughts on the matter. Not much could be done about it now though.

Meal break was called. Manny debated a few thoughts in his head, the main being what to do with his theory. Did he see if he could talk to the boy directly, clear things up on his own? Between the armed guards and the fact Hunter was known to lash out rather easily trying to talk to him on guess work at best seemed like a bad idea. He wondered about going to camp leadership with his concern, but that brought up it's own list of problems. Including adding more suspicion to an already suspicious person. Suspicion that may be completely false. But if he was right, and Hunter was just some kid who had been roped into a scouting mission just because he was the new guy, or the bottom of the pecking order... It could be a disaster. Or, he was just some socially inept kid with no understanding of how to talk or interact with people.

Manny made his way to the mess hall with his thoughts as the humid air hit him. With the clouds out as thick as they were the day felt rather gloomy as he tried to think this through in his head. Dinner helped, with a nice seafood chowder he sat across from Alexander and ate his food. No comments about the trial, no questions, no out loud thoughts. He just needed a familiar face near him while he organized his thoughts, weighed the pros and the cons.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Auditorium --> Mess Hall
Skills:N/A

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Hunter watched the trial as his blunders of information gathering went south. He remembered poking and prodding for information after arriving, trying to play it off as being friendly, and being rather bad at both. He had halfassed both things and fucked them both up. He remembered distinctly trying to gather the information assuming that the camp was likely still a potential threat to him, and he needed to know if fighting his way out was an option. If the guards were spread out enough, maybe he could have taken them on one at a time, two at a time if he felt ballsy. Create a distraction, and pull out where attention had been pulled away from. If asked, he'd be lying if he said those thoughts were not still in his mind. He still took turns eyeing the guards one at a time deciding which ones he could try to talk his way out of, which he could try to intimidate assuming he got a weapon, and which he would have to shoot no questions asked. There were those who were not guards too that he eyed from time to time. Though he had no intentions on acting on these thoughts, they were present none the less. He wondered if that was ever a habit he could get out of, or if it was just one he would have to learn to suppress better.

Some other stuff came up he felt he had little involvement with so he barely paid attention only taking note of the name Thana again. But soon enough, that thought was gone too. Under guard he was brought to the mess hall. He took a deep breath and made a big smile with his eyes closed on the way. It felt good to be outside again. He spent much of his time on his family's scrap yard outside, either playing with his siblings, pulling his little sister off a pile of stacked cars, or taking apart said cars. Post apocalypse he went a lot of places on foot. Especially after the first year when it started getting harder to find cars that were not only working but fueled up. Mostly starting up when he left the last Safe Zone he had been involved with. The one he left covered in bloody bandages limping his way out while being watched by the scope of a rifle. Involved was a loose worse though. He had been there twice, the time he left on foot where he spent a few days recovering from his injuries, and the first time he was there. The reason he left the second time with his torso covered in bandages and smelling of alcohol.

He spun in circles as he walked the way a kid might with a short attention span taking in the view. Which was a rather accurate statement in his case. He enjoyed taking in the whole view at once, and his feet were well used to the rotation he took while walking as if practiced hundreds of times. It was something he did a ton while growing up, and he did even more when travailing the road to keep a constant eye in every direction, and be ready to open fire at a moment's notice. This time it served another involuntary purpose. He locked eyes with each of his guards as he walked. Deciding which were the biggest threats, those he could maybe talk his way out of getting into a shootout with, and if it came to it, who needed to go down first. Joaquin The Mirror, injured not dead. Dead would cause more problems then fix. Maybe Panama next, though Panama had no personal connection to Hunter, and would be almost as bad a wild card as Joaquin. Cage, maybe could be talked down if convinced that backing off was a better bet for his people than dealing with Hunter right then and there. Hunter shrugged his head, trying his best to not let his mind go down that way. That thought process had saved him in the past, but it was only useful in the worst of survival situations. Ones that here were just as likely to get him killed. And that was assuming things went to according to his instinctive thoughts.

When at the mess hall Hunter got a bowl of the spicy veggie stew. A break from fish and a good one at that. Hunter spent much of the middle years of the apocalypse dependent on hot sauce for flavor. Even before the end of the world he enjoyed spicy foods. He focused mostly on the bread instead of the soup though, but for once seemed semi focused on his meal at hand rather then his concerns or out of control thoughts. At some point he turned to look at Joaquin. The wild card who had sights on him the whole afternoon. "You seem like you got a story." Hunter tried to break the cycle of threat assessment and order of targets in his head. It was a stop gap solution, but it was something none the less. "Any of it you want ta share?" It was rather blunt, but Hunter had to work on one social problem at a time and right now it was paranoia's turn to take a chill pill.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Education Center
Skills: N/A

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Things continued on rather smoothly. Another round of questioning took place where Manny had been called back up to the stage to present. Arrival and showers mostly. Short, simple. Manny walked his way up getting another look at the crowd watching. Between the boy and the few people he could pick out in the crowd, there was some anxiety either from how fears of how Hunter may react or maybe even just some general stress from legal process. Manny personally, it was the legal process at work. Manny in his lifetime had spent time with the legal system more then he would like to admit. He had seen the fail safes first hand, the flaws, and had not only been saved by it more then once. He had taken advantage of it in his lowest point in life.

Manny prepared his statement in his head at first before speaking to those in charge. "Seemed pretty simple at the time. I at the time was more taking in the scene of things at the time. I remember when Ashton's comment on service came up how surprised I was at the number military were not only in the camp, but in the new arrivals alone. I never was in the military under any form, so I didn't have much to add to the conversation at the time. I didn't notice much about Hunter at the time outside of another body in the room." He found it a weird coincidence the number of military that made up the survivors. Though out of those who could survive military personnel made sense. Though he had doubts about if Hunter was really military, but it wasn't his place to question it. Plus, what would he gain from lying about that? Then again, it was a military camp and if it was a lie, some connection could be there. If it was the case, seemed like a big risk for a minimal reward. Then again, he was under trial for a lot of things at the moment. Manny returned to his seat once allowed too and took a deep breath

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Auditorium
Skills:N/A

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Hunter watched as conversations had continued explaining the days. He knew what would be coming up soon enough. SO far, he was thankful that he had been more or less left out of the conversation as he was never a fan of mass attention. For the first time so far, it seemed little had to be said about himself which he enjoyed as well. Nothing other then witnesses to his rather short military career. Basic training, short break, and then deployed with his undermanned, and under equipped Guard unit. Looking back, under equipped had a completely different definition then compared to now. Back then he was deployed with an M249 SAW, over 600 rounds of ammunition on his person, a spare fucking barrel of all things, and more stuff in the trucks they had. They had fucking trucks that ran decent as well. Deployed with both some food and even skittles. His company even had a field mortar with some munitions. Not that it did them any good in the end. Not a lot of jet fuel though, nor air support, nor artillery, no engineers, poor comms, and no one at the time knew where battalion HQ was so that didn't help. Even after meeting up with the Buffalo garrison they had already fallen so low that it didn't really matter how many spare barrels, trucks, or skittles they had. They were simply too few, too weak, and too lost to do more then stall things.

So for now he waited knowing what was about to come up and knew it would be anything but fun. He'd be the center of attention yet again, but at least the questions were more directed to witnesses instead of himself. He wondered what kind of situation things would be in after that. Most people who had been called up so far already knew what had happened. Most. And despite the size of the camp he had a pretty good idea how the rest of the camp would view him too once statements continued.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Education Center
Skills: N/A

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Manny's turn came to present his perspective of morning events. He came up to stage and tries to keep a posture that helped make him seem as presentable as possible. "Well, we woke to a sound I couldn't personally Identify. Other's more experienced in helicopters recognized it as a Huey. Never heard the term before myself but at the prospect of people and a bed that wasn't a floor or hadn't been cleaned in five plus years, I was curious." He looked over towards Hunter a moment wondering again if the boy was ever actually military. He had no self discipline, and looked too young. Or maybe it was Manny just being old, and thinking anyone younger then him was too young. He turned back towards the counsel to speak. "I attempted to keep in the middle of our group as possible, keep everyone in sight. And I won't lie, I was hesitant. Last people I went up to say Hello towards locked me in a cage. But with those I have grown to trust willing to take the chance so was I." Manny paused a moment attempting to jog his memory a bit. Even though it was only two weeks ago there was a lot that happened within the last two weeks.

Thinking about it Wayne did come to mind. "Noticed a rather long rant by Wayne. As for Hunter, he gave me some creeps. But I spent a lot of time around angst teenagers. He seemed a bit too ready for a fight and realistically if it came to shooting, he'd likely be rather high on the most likely threats. He seemed a bit hostile for what at the time I thought seemed pretty standard stuff. But like I said, not uncommon for a rebellious teenager." Or someone who was mentally about as functional as one. But he didn't say that part out loud. "The biggest difference being the apocalypse, and compared to everyone but the helicopter crew he was rather well armed and had made it this far." Out of all the new arrivals, Hunter seemed to have the biggest potential to cause the most damage prior to being disarmed. Though Manny wasn't a huge fan of it himself, he understood the reasoning. "Maybe some arrogance. Seeing him now he seems more like some kid who has little understanding of the real world." Manny would wait to be dismissed, and return to his seat.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Auditorium
Skills:N/A

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Hunter sat and watched as person after person gave testimony to the morning of coming to the camp. It was interesting to hear the perspectives of those around him as they explained how they had arrived, what they had seen of the encounter, and how they reacted to it internally. Ranging from hostile to borderline bait to try the waters for those who had thoughts that may have been similar to his own. He listened to Maddoc's comments, trying to stick with letting the past that hadn't caused direct harm go he more or less glossed over it. Wayne spoke up, and him making his own comments about the situation, Hunter no longer felt bad for thinking of using the man as a human shield. Though a lot of that still tied back towards the comments the man made about his mother. Hunter knew he wasn't where he needed to be mentally, but none of that was her fault. The entire time he was up Hunter gave the man a dead pan stare until he left. He took note of one of the other old men who had stepped up to the stage to speak. Alexander. Hunter had minimal interactions with the old man, but remembered from day one how he also claimed to be former military. Vietnam or Korea maybe? He took the distinct note of the metal foot as it stepped up the stage. Thunk, thunk, thunk. Made Hunter think if the injury was pre or post apocalypse. He knew a few older vets who had lost limbs and suffered injuries and he figured it was a good coin toss as to what had caused it. He made some comments that more or less summed up the relationship they had. Which was mostly, they had barely interacted, and had been left to take guesses on one another.

Nigel's testimony was pretty strait forward and like many, his attachment to Izibell had come up again and again. All so far had agreed on at least one thing. He appeared to be more or less the aggressor but more or less out of stupidity with a strong taste of distrust. Or just stupid in some cases. Amelia Hunter watched with a mix of confusion and curiosity. When he had first tried to introduce himself to her, she had backed off as if trying to avoid him. She hesitated when talking about his dog? It sounded as if she was going to say something else but he couldn't be sure what. It left him puzzled and left him wondering if there was more going on then met the eye? Then he thought about himself, and figured she probably had her own past he was unaware of.

Ashton gave a rather large and detailed testimony of the situation at hand. Some mistrust, Ashton made it clear he felt better when everyone was unarmed despite some of his own suspicions. And like many others, Hunter had created some unease with him too at first meeting. Hunter sat with a rather stern thinking face though, as Ashton's testimony had done a lot more then explain the events of that morning in great detail. It had done more then confirm that Hunter's first impressions were probably his weakest impressions. Ashton had filled in the missing puzzle pieces to a rather large series of questions Hunter had about this place, the coincidences at hand, and the crazy things that had been built up. He had filled in how so many strangers meeting at near random had not only known each other, but members in the camp, and the woman around it all. Thana. Many of the people that had met at near random had been trying to link up, and the Helicopter events had brought them together. Though Hunter knew none of these people before that morning, he had taken note of how many people who he felt should have no connections had somehow known each other, and Ashton in a single statement had cleared it all rather smoothly.

Hunter's trance of learning was halted with the sudden brain stopping of a rather thick Boston accent. There were talks of ducks, more Thana, talks of the girl who had pinned him to the floor, and more distrust of himself. He was getting the picture. Lots of distrust. Hunter would be lying though if he said he understood everything as clearly as he needed too. Powersaw girl's accent was so thick he had a lot of trouble following her as she spoke. Though he did get enough of it. And she had a point, Hunter would avoid people like himself too. Mistrustful, ready to end a fight before it can turn into one even if he was in no position to do so, and maybe a bit too confrontational. Then, there was Hank. Hunter had never interacted with the man directly, but he had seem the man interact with Wayne. A man Hunter wasn't a big fan of. Granted, a lot of people in the room were probably indifferent at best. Many opinions probably a lot worse. He was the most open about how Hunter had in his mistrusting ways, helped prove that these people were at least somewhat trustful. He found it funny how it was rather unlikely the chopper would have lowered itself if he was wondering the roadway. If he had chose to sleep in a bit more in his last hiding spot he wondered if all of these people who were in earshot would have ever noticed each other? And here he was ready to be removed for much of his own actions. He was a MacGuffin by total accident and situation, and he found that rather hilarious.

Hunter visibly tensed when Hank had turned to talk to him. Even though he wasn't speaking, he was still int he partial spotlight. But when Hank spoke, he was center again. When Hank spoke about getting shot, he was still tense, ready to confront yet again. It took him a moment to realize a few things. The man was not only unarmed, but paying attention to what he had said earlier it felt more like a warning then any kind of threat. And the words the man chose to use struck Hunter harder then Hank probably meant to do. The last person that had talked to Hunter about his self destructive tendencies was a woman who scared the shit out of him. June. She had confronted him at probably his lowest point about it and made him do something about it. He realized then it probably wasn't for his sake, but more of she didn't think she could take on Don and the rest of them by herself. And out of all of the bunch, Hunter was the one most likely to turn on the man. There were a lot of reasons to mistrust Hunter, a lot of them more apparent then even he realized.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Auditorium
Skills:N/A

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Hunter left under escort to use the restroom. Once inside he held his head over the toilet to hurl, but nothing came up other then some aggressive gagging. He wasn't sure if it was just a case of he wasn't actually sick enough for it, or if he didn't have enough contents in his stomach to throw up. He sat head over the toilet for what seemed like forever before he made his way back out. Once out of the restroom, it was hard to not think of taking a chance to make a break for it. He had two direct guards on him, and they were split up from each other. And both had guns he could utilize. Though he had no intentions on acting on that thought, but with everyone now spread out, and now the number of watchful eyes on him, it was temping. Though he wouldn't get Izibell, and he wouldn't easily replace the gear he was offered before. And that was assuming he made it out. He found a watchful eye as he used the restroom pretty unsettling, but he imagined the jail cell he was in the last week or so also kept an eye on him as well. He would follow Joaquin and Panama back to his spot on stage and continue the court martial looking a bit worse for wear.

Mizrahi was next to testify. Hunter noticed looks from the counsel and wasn't sure what to make of them at first. He wondered if it was more pity, but he found that annoying too. It was just another job, and he had found himself literally submerged in worse in recent years. Hunter did have to muffle his chuckle at the referring to civilians as privates. It wasn't too hard as he felt like shit still, but he thought the joke was funny none the less. Though bad time to laugh at it. Then came the next person to be questioned. Ashton. The man that Hunter had both attempted to joke with, insulted, and in a way felt inspired by.

Hunter took note how simple most of his answers were. And even the more "Complex" answers were not too defined either. Condescending made sense. Hunter had taken the man as being like the worst officers he had met while in the National Guard. Men who put considered themselves either better or more important then the enlisted ranks. He figured there was some logic to the importance, but with how badly things escalated on his deployment it was hard to not be bitter at every negative aspect of his former officers. Even the good ones. His own company's commanding officer, Lieutenant Anderson. Hunter saw the man as having little spine when it came to the immoral choices the officers above him made, and made his the remnants of his company do. Hunter knew he wasn't innocent in those regards either. But when the man had finally stood up to those who had led the Guard to a path of self destruction, it was already too late for the civilians they were supposed to protect, and the remaining fragments of his company. Lieutenant Anderson in his final moments had rallied those who could still fight, inspired them to do the right thing even if it cost them their lives so they could attempt to make up for the deeds they had done.

Ashton reminded him of the better qualities of Anderson, while still possessing a solid ability to lead his men outside of a combat situation. Hunter wondered why there weren't more officers like him when the world fell apart years ago. Then realized, all the ones in his state were probably sent to the big apple to assist that mess. That might explain the lack of Federal troops and air support in his part of the state. Ashton took the time to say a nice little compliment about Hunter near the end of his statement. And Hunter decided that should this end favorably for him he would need to thank a lot of people, apologize to more, and offer some people drinks. Maybe coffee or soda after what happened at the beach.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Education Center
Skills: N/A

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Manny stood up and stretched a bit while there was some breathing room. Nothing too fancy, just making sure nothing got too stiff while waiting to see how this all played out. He then sat down comfortably as he could to continue his conversation with Alexander. Alexander had replied to his question with a rather strait forward answer. So far? So good. The worst charges were yet to come though. "From what I can tell, the boy has the social skills of a cactus in a balloon factory. And apart of me worries he either is only now realizing it, or worse it's a recent development." Hearing the details of what had gone on so far, and with the rest of the charges coming up, Manny found himself worried. The charges so far didn't seem too bad.

Manny sat and thought about the situation some more, trying to get a gauge on it, but outside of his own experience he had no idea what to expect. He had never served in any military, and he had never participated in these kinds of trials. "I worry. The gross insubordination is likely what the deciding factor will be. And seeing how the drunk and disorderly went..." Manny couldn't finish the sentence. He had gotten out of worse in his own court cases, but this was the military. Or at least a version of it. In a world for all intents and purposes was in marshal law. He worried what that would look like now. He wondered just what had this boy done to warrant that, and to justify everything going on today. With Ashton's testimony, it seemed that overall even though the boy was a pain socially, and had no people skills, he was little threat.An asshole maybe, but not a threat. They were both military but he didn't know much past the surface about it. But both being military and spending time together, maybe they had an understanding of one another that Manny didn't understand? Or maybe he was looking too into it. And this was another sad case of someone who hit their breaking point, and found it way too easy to go over the edge time and time again.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Auditorium
Skills:N/A

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As the night was replayed out to Hunter through verbal testimony he sunk in his chair in a mix of shame and horror. Some parts came back to him, others that he had known but had little context on were starting to make sense. And the reactions of those towards him started making sense. Nikki had stopped, and had turned to face him. Nothing was said, she simply nodded, and seemed to want this over as much as he did. He wished he had taken more time to apologize sooner before things had gotten this far, he wished he knew just how badly he had fucked up so that he could have at least stopped the bleeding before making it worse later. That was the past now, he had fucked up, and continued as if nothing major had happened assuming nothing had, and it had only made things worse.

Nigel explained how Hunter admitted how much he was struggling, and just how much he needed to be taken care of when he had collapsed on himself that night. It was hard to listen and hear just how far he had fallen during the beach party. He watched Nigel as he spoke, but the more he talked, the less he could stay focused on the man. When Nigel was sent off stage Hunter wanted to speak again, but didn't have it in him to stand again. His fuckups were coming to light the first time to himself and the realization was taking it's toll on the boy. He felt sick as more and more people came up to the stage to explain what he had done. Some tried to take part of the blame for what he did, making him feel worse for it. Some were pretty strait forward about the night in the most simple terms. Some took pity. The pity felt almost as bad as being a target. Maybe some of it was sympathy? But much of the trail had started to pass by him as he tried to process what was happening. He would have laughed at the "fuck nugget" comments if he wasn't struggling to keep up with this influx of information.

Hunter didn't notice the announcement for a break until he was spoken towards. "I... uhh..." He nodded struggling with the words again. He didn't really need to use the restroom in the traditional sense, but he felt like he was getting sicker and sicker as the trial went on. If he was going to toss up breakfast he'd rather do it with some privacy. As well, a private moment to collect his thoughts was something that sounded rather nice about now. "yeah." He'd follow Panama and Joaquin plus what other security details were used.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Education Center
Skills: N/A

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Manny waited, and waited. But the sound of the gunshot never came. As things continued, he sighed in relief letting his heart catch up to the situation at hand. He took time to notice Nikki's hesitation, and her to turn to face the boy. But he couldn't see her face, or even get a remote guess at what she was thinking. There was visible tension in the room as Hunter stood though. People who stiffened, others eyeing guards, but nothing came of it. Nigel walked his way up to the stage, and explained his point of view for the night. Much of it matched what he already knew about the night, but the additional details helped fill in the night. The boy was wasted, and had either way too much to drink, or a really shitty alcohol tolerance. Maybe a mix of both? Maybe he drank it too fast or his body simply wasn't used to being intoxicated? Manny wondered if maybe by some chance he was a recovering alcoholic? He had met people who had gotten hooked at a young age, and adding an apocalyptic event is one sure fire way to go cold turkey. And maybe the night was a relapse of some kind gone out of control? But at his age, he had no idea how it might effect him. He had seen others he knew react poorly to trying to sober up and even more so cutting it off abruptly.

More people came up and gave their opinions and statements. General thoughts? Things went down hill for the boy somewhere between inept social skills, and booze. He clearly seemed to understand he had some lack, and maybe attempted to use booze to substitute it? The plan was terrible, though this was also coming from Manny's many years of experience. And as others had so well put it, he was a kid. Break was announced, and Manny let out a sigh of relief as things had gone rather smoothly despite a couple moments where he tensed up. Manny was tempted to stand up, go outside, and get some air. The reminder of the poor weather stopped him as he noticed the water under him from earlier, and from the other soaked people. Inside seemed more then fine at the moment. He took a moment to turn towards Alexander to get an input from his fellow and trusted baby boomer. "What do you think about all of this?" He didn't speak too loudly. He didn't want the whole auditorium listening in on the conversation. Though he wouldn't mind some additional input. He would follow up with another question for his fellow baby boomer. "You think he stands any chance?" He hoped for Mercy, though it was hard to say where things would go as the lesser of the charges already made things look pretty bad.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Auditorium (Front and Center)
Skills:N/A
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To say things were not going well was an understatement. Things started off decently with the man before him offering him a seat, and staying rather polite the whole time as things continued. First witness to his drunken rampage? Nikki. His last few interactions with the girl had gone down poorly each time. She seemed about as nervous as he did, and he felt bad for the girl who now got to be the front and center of his problems for a moment. The punishments for lying here were worse then what he was facing for his issues, and she seemed to know that all too well. When she was pressured to give examples, his heart sunk. The horrors of what he had done only then setting in, the events of the next day making more sense as he learned what had happened that night on the beach. What he had done.

He felt sick for a moment. In his drunken fit he had unearthed a key piece of his past he was hoping to keep suppressed until the day he died. He had spoken a lot of his more self destructive thoughts in his drunken state. From what he understood, he was ready for a repeat of that night years ago. On the lesser note, his feelings towards Bass started to make sense. Seeing where things ended up, it seemed like it all didn't matter anymore in that regard. He leaned his elbows on his knees, and put his face in his hand as if rubbing his face would make this influx of information easier to handle. So much more of the following day made sense now, why Nikki was so mad at his stop gap apology, the looks that others passed to him from the reports, where other's patience has been spent on dealing with him.

Nikki was given permission to get off the stage, and something Cage had said to him while preparing for the trial went through his mind. If he was found guilty, there would be no times for goodbyes, no time for final words. If things went south, this was probably his only chance to get anything to say. He jumped up from his seat and began to speak. "Nikki..." He froze. He couldn't get the words out, he just looked at her with a look of shame on his face as he tried to force the words out. But nothing came of it. He wasn't sure if it was just from how many people were watching, the fact he had an armed guard to his back with a shoot to kill order, or the shame and realization of what just happened, but his words stopped working all together. He struggled on none the less, and spoke a single audible word. "...sorry..." He broke eye contact, and collapsed back into his chair unable to look at anyone around him. First charge, and first witness, and Hunter felt like it was already starting to get too much for himself. It didn't come to him until after he said it, Cage's other comment about out-bursts or trying anything funny. He wondered if his shitty attempt at action would end up getting him shot? Or if it would be another thing to add to his already long list of charges.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Education Center
Skills: N/A
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Manny sat quietly and watched the trial at work. Overall, it seemed pretty strait forward. First to the stand? Nikki, their guard while they were all in quarantine. And someone who seemed to be getting along with Hunter until the beach party. Though he had been present, he did end up missing most of the stuff but he got the idea that the kid was probably just a drunken idiot. Maybe got handsy and needed to be pulled away from the party. Hearing what had actually gone down it came to the old dentist just how badly this boy had fucked himself. The boy had openly admitted to a would be witness that he was potentially violent, and already believed locals were already his enemy in some form. He sighed, realizing that the most minor of charges this boy had, was already looking pretty bad.

He pictured himself at Hunter's age, and how he would act when he found himself wasted. Including how he decided to deal with authority figures. Looking back, it was a miracle he wasn't shot sooner in life. As far as he knew, the boy hadn't been particularly violent, so maybe his best hope was he was all bark, no bite. His attempt to stand up to get Nikki's attention made him wonder that, especially when he fell down into his seat again. Then again, how long had he been alone out there? There was no way to survive a world like that being all bark, no bite. Especially on your own. He had regretted not learning more about the boy before now. As the only guesses he could make about him were based on his own experience at that age. With that in mind, the world wasn't full of walking corpses then, and there was a lot more room for leeway back then.
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Hunter Monroe
Location: Education Center (Back Stage) --> Auditorium (Front and Center)
Skills:N/A

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Hunter held a strained look on his face as Cage talked. A look that was a mix of confusion, frustration, and trying to keep it together. "I don't know that difference. And every attempt I have made to figure it out has only escalated things." He felt lost again, he tried to be open when things should be implied, he kept some information to himself when he thought he should, though the latter he still struggled with in both regards, and he felt it was a losing battle either way. What didn't help things was Joaquin's reaction to Hunter's comment. His guess, he struck a nerve with the man who was going to be watching his every move. The fact he gave, he wondered if that was what people saw in himself when his mind went off to rather dark places. If so, the some of the comments made towards him the last week were starting to make more sense. Roy intervened and got them moving.

Then they had arrived. Though Hunter was still having trouble grasping the idea of when and when not to speak while things were implied, Cage spoke up and reminded him to breath, and stay calm. The reminder helped as when he entered he started to feel overwhelmed. He found himself on a stage with a rather large audience made up of more people then he had seen in a single place since... He wasn't sure thinking about it. The last raised platform he was on, he couldn't recall if there was this many people, but he was the center of attention then and he remembered how that ended. Serving his punishment for his involvement with Don and his group of thugs. It was hard to not compare that event to now.

Hunter looked around the auditorium trying to take it in little by little to try and avoid the overwhelming feeling. Fist, he noticed some people were easier to pick out then others. A couple of the girls who had been removed due to bug infestations with him were easy to spot. Amelia, and Riley. Then, there was a lot of the old people. Some long time members, others who had come in with Hunter a couple weeks ago. Including one who had insulted his mother that he had been forced to bunk with for a few days. He spotted Ashton, the Captain that reminded him of his former commanding officer in the best ways. Surprisingly, he didn't notice the girl who he had hung out with after they left quarantine, who seemed to know everyone. There were ones easier to spot too, ones who had given him a real chance to become a functional person again and he blew it. Nigel, and Nikki. Both of whom had given him a chance, and had each given him another one after he fucked it up. He found it harder to look at them.

He snapped back to attention when one of the oldest addressed him. Hunter hadn't meant this person before, but between his rather old age compared to the other old people, and the way that he seemed to control the room around him, he wondered if this was the "General" he had heard so much about. The same one who had wanted him executed a little over a week ago. Looking at him now, it was hard to believe they could be the same person. He wondered if the man had a genuine change of heart or had a really good poker face. He then looked at the other people and wondered if one of them were the General, and the man before him was just head of internal affairs, or laws, or maybe human resources. He listed the charges to him, and though he felt a couple were redundant, another misleading, they were minor compared to the ones that he could more or less confirm. The last one, probably what would be the noose around his neck, he had definitely done.

The next part stunned Hunter, and made a lot of his thoughts over the last few hours redundant at best. They offered to let him leave, with food, his weapons, and the ammo he walked in with. For a single person in a rather passive combat zone, a lot. The shot on sight part did draw him, but they were offering him a chance to leave, and if he did take it, he had no plans of being anywhere near this place afterwards. But he listened to how the man worded it. "I...uh..." He struggled on focus, the crowd and mass attention still a bit overwhelming even after taking a moment to take it in little by little. "I um..." Alone. That was the word that the man before him used. He eyed Maddoc, as just over a week ago the man had emphasized that too. He then looked back at the man leading the session. If given the chance to leave with Izibell, he would take it and go back North. Far away where no one here could ever find him again. He knew the Northern states better then here, and even parts of Canada. But he wouldn't be leaving with Izibell. She was, still his biggest priority. "no thank you." He struggled to speak up, but his annunciation was sharp enough for those closest to hear his words. He cleared his throat to speak up again. "Let's uh... continue please/" It was louder this time, a little more audible and easier for others to understand.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Education Center
Skills: N/A

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The trial had begun. To say he found himself concerned was an understatement. He watched as Hunter stepped onto the stage not dressed in his camouflage fatigues he had worn during the beach party, or having that look as if he was preparing to face off against everyone in the room either one at a time or all at once. He looked so, young. He remembered as the boy scrubbed the grime off mentioning being in the National Guard, but that was about 6 years past now. He seemed too young to have been in any armed outfit by the time of the outbreak. It reminded him of stories he heard about the British army in the earliest part of the first world war, where 13 year olds joined the army and recruiters looked the other way to keep their numbers up. And it wasn't until those same 13 year olds saw the horrors of what was one of the most horrible war fronts in history were those young boys able to be sent home. He wondered if the boy in front of him on stage was a case like that, lied about his age, or found an exception to get in before he would otherwise legally old enough. He wondered if that was even a thing at the time of the outbreak. He hoped not, to the best of his information the militaries of the world had come a long way since the era of sending bodies into the enemy until they ran out of ammo. Or maybe he looked younger then he actually was. Another thing Manny had noticed while in quarantine with the boy, was how under weight he was. Though it wasn't as bad as other cases he had seen since the world ended, he still seemed too light for a boy his age. Even if he had lied about his age.

The boy looked around with wide eyes like a deer in headlights, with the only difference being he seemed to be looking at many of them all at once trying to understand the scope of his situation. The charges were listed, and an offer was made to him that Manny was almost certain he would take. A chance to leave, with the gear he came in with, and food to get himself started. Seemed fair enough, and it seemed Hunter was at least partially aware of the friction between him and those in charge. But he refuse Manny couldn't hear what he said at first, but after he cleared up he got the basics. He had refused? But why? Was it desperation? Fear of what was outside the walls? Someone outside the walls? Or maybe he had formed some kind of attachment towards someone inside the walls, and wanted to stick it out for them? He wasn't sure as he had spent nearly no personal time with the young boy other then watching him lose it in quarantine, the group shower talks, the young boy's drunken rants at the beach, and maybe the quick passing conversation here and there while in quarantine. So it seemed the trial would proceed as planned despite the offer.
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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Education Center
Skills: N/A

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And so it begins. The rules of the trial were set out before the crowd. Many here had an idea how they worked, others like himself, Alexander, and the rest of the newcomers were informed in detail for the first time. The rules seemed rather clean cut and simple. Manny still held his own concern for how things would run, but kept that reserved as he could trying to give the situation the benefit of the doubt. But every system that claimed to be the most fair, held it's own flaws. There was never a one solution for all problems, and every system no matter the case could be abused in some way shape or form. Manny had a couple trials where he could see the trail be blatantly abused in favor towards one side or another, but technically was 'Fair'. Though he had been apart of several true and proper trials, mostly for minor things growing up. He still had seen the system abused enough that experiencing a court system based off one he had never been apart of before made him uneasy, and despite it being explained, he still felt worried. But the community had been present for a while, and had experience with a functional court system based on a pre collapse one. So there was some reassurance in that regard.

He noticed Alexander shifting a couple times to get comfortable as things set into motion. When the crowd was asked if there was any questions, Wayne had spoken up about the restroom. At the response to his question, Manny half debated going up and using it now, but decided he'd be fine. Then, there were offers for more questions. Manny adjusted, almost standing up himself to ask a question about appeals, retrials. More specifically, the why. Why no appeals? Why when despite everything courts were a lot less likely to be accurate nowadays compared to before the collapse, and even then appeals and in some cases retrials were allowed due to the fact that there were still cases that messed up somewhere along the lines. He stopped himself though. Right as his ass left the seat, but not quite standing. His hands supporting his weight on his legs as he attempted to stand, but sat down again, the question snuffed out by the realization that had hit him.

Before the collapse, the resources and manpower existed to allow for correction of that margin of error. Now, less so. Back in those days, desperation and fear was under control enough that there was time and less risk to try and look at a case again. Now all of those factors were reversed. Before, it was better to let an guilty person go then it was to put an innocent person get punished. Now, the times had changed. Manny's group had been that way years ago when dealing with those who had likely stolen food or other supplies, they needed to take the safer bet no matter what when things were unsure. Now, the world they lived in didn't allow that margin of error, it was better if an innocent person faced the punishment, then risk a guilty person going on the loose again endangering others around them. There was no room for that risk anymore in the post collapse. So Manny sat down unable to make eye contact when that thought had entered his mind. He held his hands together with his fingers weaved together with the understanding that no matter how much better things got, things would never truly be like the old days. They could mimic it all they wanted, but no matter what was done, things would never return to the way they were. And so it Began.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: CMB Streets --> Education Center (Back Stage)
Skills:N/A

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The conversation had some up moments, and some down moments. Hunter did pause and think about Roy's comment about Hunter being able to take on Cage, and he shrugged and figured the man had a good point. There had been situations in the past where he had been proven wrong about this sort of thing in the past. "Point Taken." The ride continued, other comments were made. Some Hunter processed with some doubt, but he listened none the less. The coffee comment was responded to rather vaguely, but considering where he was going he more or less got the idea why. Hunter wouldn't remark to the lie detector responses. When he got to the reply to his more serious question, Hunter sighed, unsure what to think. "You wanted Honesty no? You want me to say that it hasn't crossed my mind a couple times? Or that there is still that little voice in the back of my head that is trying to tell me to get as far away from here as possible?" He felt stumped. Sure, he knew it wasn't the best thing to ask. But with how things had turned out, he still worried that the trial might end with an execution if things got out of hand. And the idea of getting out of the walls before that could happen was an idea that would stick in his mind until he knew for sure he wasn't at real risk. Mostly, he wanted to know if things had gotten so bad here that those in charge would decide if it was worth the resources to go after him once he got out. Roy responded with the answer he more or less expected. "Good to know." He responded as if learning a new bit of interesting information.

He took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then let it go thinking more on his situation. When they arrived at the Education center, Hunter stepped out and that voice went off in his head again. Realistically, a lot of the key people were inside there right now. Maybe even security. If there was a time to make a run for it, now would be it while it would take a moment to rally those inside to stop him. Sure, there would be guards not present, hell, he wasn't even sure if there were more then just those he could see now and those on the roster from earlier in there. But once inside, that chance was gone. Despite that little voice, he stepped in with only mild hesitation. Hunter had never been to any courts before, most of his knowledge came from TV and a couple games and he had trouble following in those moments too. Now? He was a defendant. He didn't acknowledge Cage when he mentioned going strait to the court other then a blank expression avoiding eye contact, and a simple. "uhuh."

Hunter snapped back into focus at the mention of a mirror. Though he didn't catch it at first, he got the idea when the statement was finished. He looked at Joaquin and eyed him a bit. "Hate to say it dude, you're in for a rather boring shift if that's your job. Despite all the fuck ups so far, that one isn't on the list." Though Hunter had a short verbal patience, and had a tendency to lash out, he had been mostly non violent since he had arrived. The two closest incidents being the about to smash a coffee cup for a makeshift weapon, and in his drunken rage getting ready to confront Bass. Though the latter was still fuzzy in his mind. "Though, if it does go there, hope your aim's good." He meant it as a joke to try and calm his own nerves, though he had little reason to think anyone else here would find it as amusing as he did. At the thought of dying, who wouldn't prefer a quick and clean death? Over some fucked up way to die, like being eaten by walking corpses. He had no plans to cause any harm though, so hopefully it wouldn't come to either in the near future.




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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Education Center
Skills: N/A

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It appeared nearly everyone that needed to be at the trial had arrived. With the hush order, there wasn't much to say, so he kept quiet as he attempted to take in the situation. The stage was set both figuratively and literally to have a life changing choice made on the life of a young boy who probably didn't understand just how serious this was. Or worse, he knew completely and still felt the need to lash out at everything and everyone around him. Manny could really only take a guess as his time with Hunter was limited to a couple interactions in quarantine, and what little he has heard from the others in camp. What he could tell from quarantine though, Hunter acted like a cornered animal. Sometimes more relaxed when the pressure was taken off, but the moment it was reapplied he returned to a fight or flight mode with no way out.

Manny couldn't say he understood the feeling all too well. He grew up a lifestyle where the options were to prove you were the strongest, or be crushed by those who could prove it better. In his younger years he found it rather easy to prove himself as someone to not be fucked with, only to realize the problem with that life when pushing and shoving started to turn up bodies. Though he wouldn't learn from those lessons until well into his adulthood, he rarely let himself feel cornered generally taking arguably over aggressive actions to prevent this from happening. It wouldn't be until the world had ended where he found himself out of that mindset where he was in real danger. With the evacuation of his home he found himself stunned, and couldn't bring himself to initially pull the trigger on his gun. As time went on, he felt himself slowly returning to that more... Hostile mindset. One he spent decades pulling himself out of. He wondered if it was something like that for Hunter? He wondered what the boy was like before the world ended.

Manny's deep thought was interrupted with a sudden crashing noise. He turned to see Thalia rather frustrated with her seat, soon to realize the noise was not a crashing sound, but the sound of a chair in need of much care and maintenance. Manny struggled for a moment as he had to recall a language that for the longest time in his life he did what he could to forget it. He figured it might have been too far gone to recall passive conversation anymore as... Did she say something about ducks? No that must have been a mistake, and surely he was losing his mind or maybe his understanding of Spanish. Manny turned his head forward again, figuring Thalia probably didn't want the attention after something like that. "God what a strange day." Manny mumbled rather quietly. He turned to Alexander and gave him a look as if to say "Seems a lot of people are having a rough day".

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Hunter Monroe
Location: CMB Streets
Skills:N/A

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Hunter sitting in the golf cart stared out into the rain attempting to get a good look at the settlement as he passed. The streets were pretty empty by this point, and he found that unsettling. Like so many other settlements he had seen. Though he knew there were people out there, he found it unsettling. He had seen enough fallen settlements to start getting a good idea how they fell. There were easy signs, like a gap in the defenses that were forced down normally meant wiped out or overwhelmed. A well stocked one that was missing food or water implied their own. A well stocked one with whatever they called their medical ward crammed to the brim meaning mass disease and a total or near total wipe out. There were others, but not as easy to identify the cause for falling. Some that seemed rather well set up, but deserted with much of the supplies still in storage. Just... abandoned. Some where the defenses were still standing, but the inside was peppered with so many bullet holes, that it led him to believe maybe it was an internal problem. That's how Hunter's first Group went.



Hunter shifted uneasily as the cart continued through town. Looking at the weather, if he was going to make a break for it, it would be probably the hardest to track him in. Sure, he would have no idea where he was going. But he could figure that out after he lost those following him. "If I ran. Right now. Got out of the walls. Assuming no one was seriously hurt, would you and the people in charge give chase? Or would you count it as a lost cause." He couldn't make eye contact. But they wanted honesty, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't at least considering it.

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