[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, Hallway past Wraith and by Fitness Center
[b]Skills:[/b] Handguns, Shotguns, Fast Reflexes, scavenging [/center]
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The situation seemed to be doing okay, they had killed several of the cultist where they stand. Despite the issues that presented themselves. Like another victim he had chosen to let die, so that he may save the other. He had made a judgement call that had picked one life over another, thinking that one was worse then the other. Or maybe deep down in his subconscious something had told him that there was no saving that boy, that doing so wouldn't do any good, and that he was dead anyways. And trying to do anything about it, would only get them both killed. Maybe he had gotten so used to picking who got to live, and who got to die, that it didn't even register in his mind when he went to his knees. It would make sense, making on the spot decisions like this is something Manny had been forced to do a lot since everything fell apart, and people started dying from all sorts of things, just do to a lack of the proper infrastructure or the lack of the right skilled people. That seemed to fit in  his mind. He wasn't sure then, but he now has that idea of what if he had gone for the boy instead of the girl? Would it be the boy up and moving now throwing home made bombs and taking charge of this makeshift band of troops? Would that be happening while the girl lay in a pool of her own blood because Manny failed to get to her in time?

he hated to think about these things. It drove him mad for days when he was in situations like this. Chances are he would think about it until it happened again. Until more bastards like these hurt more people, and Manny had to do the work of a surgical team with only his two bare hands on an old wooden floor. Until more bastards like these hurt people just for the hell of it. Until more bastards like these got into power and find even more creative ways to hurt the people he cares about. He was going to make them hurt for the things that they had done to him, and for the things they had done to others. He was tired of being the last one left.

Manny made his way to one of the bodies as the group moved up, and yanked a pump action off one of the bodies. Much newer, and much nicer then the one he had had before, much newer, and even better, the poor bastard who had owned it before, had spare shells on the stock. Manny loaded the gun until it was loaded full, and still two more shells on the stock. Manny wasn't sure how many shells it held, but more then four. He was also much better with this then a pistol anyways. He was ready to charge in guns blazing, though he stopped to think. He felt himself becoming irrational again, he almost ran in blasting his gun at anything that moved, just so he could get a slight feeling of revenge for something this group didn't even do? Granted they weren't good people either, but he couldn't afford to go into this situation without being level headed. He needed to take some deeps breaths, calm down, and follow the leads of the people who actually have an understanding for combat better then himself. Manny Eventually moved forward, sights aimed down the hall, ready to shoot at anything that qualified as another Bastard.