[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00aeef]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/16/fe/3316fe559f13dd3bbefa84bd6e602b5e.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b] Eden, outside of Wraith  
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A[/center]
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Now first woman past him, the one who had first pointed a gun at him, and the one that they seemed to call Navy, started giving orders, but things seemed to be going okay. As the situation progressed more and more people showed, none of them shot him but they all seemed open to the idea of shooting him. Before things escalated he set the shotgun to the side slowly with both of his hand visible, last thing he wanted was to get shot in a world where the ability to treat a major injury was almost non existent. "[color=00aeef]I am not a fighter, just a doctor, no need for hostilities.[/color]" The room behind him would differ, but if things had gone much differently he would be one of those dead bodies in the room behind him. Though, the thought of one of them turning during this seemed to make him uneasy as well, especially if these people did not trust him enough to let him be armed.

Most of the group passed him to clear the rest of the floor, while The Fellow Baby Boomer watched over Manny and secured the stairs to the floor below. He assumed that was the case, having a horde of walkers roam their way up the steps would be a bad thing to happen right now, or more of these sick bastards attempting a flank on them. He hoped they had thought of that, being surrounded here was probably the worst thing that could happen, especially since the attacking force did not seem as big as Manny had thought. Manny wondered how things would be if the entire floor was watching that stair way and the couple hallways near it. It would be a blood bath, guess they really took them off guard. Or maybe there was more to it then Manny was understanding, he wasn't a Master General, just a simple survivor attempting to not get executed.

One of the other girls, Beatrice or Thalia, he wasn't sure yet, he just knew that those two were those names, ended up calling him a bitch, which Manny did a slight chuckle too, thinking about the literal meaning as female dog. He did his best to hide it. Once the other survivors left it was just Manny and the other old timer they called Alexander. "[color=00aeef]Guess it is just you and me then.[/color]" He joked to Alexander, though he needed to be a little serious, and stay calm, he was barely a prisoner, if his guard thought he was hostile Manny would be shot. "[color=00aeef]Before we go much further, there is a .357 in my belt behind me, I am going to reach for it so I can set it down. Alright?[/color]" He slowly reached one hand behind his back and slowly placing the revolver on the ground in front of him. Then Manny moved in clear sight of the old man who he had now locked eyes with.

Once Manny had his hands locked together behind his head he prepared the words he was going to say in his head. "[color=00aeef]My name is Emanuel Newman, most people call me Manny. I was taken prisoner by the locals and.... they held area fights in the room behind me. One of the guards got sloppy, I got his gun, and worked things from there. I am not the only survivor of the arena though, just the only one with the mental state left to fight.[/color]" Manny felt it a little hard to speak, he hated the idea of attacking people, even if they were possibly the most evil people of the remaining world. It was still hard for him. "[color=00aeef]There is a high chance that the guards in the room behind me may turn, it could be hours but I can't stop thinking about it. Are you up for helping em take care of that? maybe help the other survivors? if they can be helped...[/color]" Manny had seen plenty of cases where people were just too far beyond help. Most of those cases he would be able to put them in an improvised ward, but whenever something would get into the complex he was working out of they were normally some of the first to die. And he didn't really have a place to put them if these people didn't decide to help. Or if they didn't have a place either, then he wasn't sure what he would do. 

Manny looked back to Alexander. "[color=00aeef]Alexander right? Or do you prefer Alex? either way, there are people that need help, and as one of the worlds few remaining doctors, it is my job to help them to the best of my ability. Even if that is just determining that there is nothing I can do for them. They were here longer then me, and seem unresponsive for the most part other then simple reflexes.[/color]" Manny would wait for a response, and would do his best to not provoke his new guard who seemed less likely to shoot him then his old ones. Granted, they were dead now.