[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, Armory
[b]Skills:[/b] Handguns, Shotguns, Fast Reflexes, scavenging[/center]
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Things as usual, seemed to still be going to hell. Even though most of the fighting had stopped, a lot of loud noises were present, and the building could fall apart at any time. But as long as it held long enough for them to escape he should be fine. Though, if they got out, what would this group do with him? What if they still thought he was still apart of this Eden group? That could... present problems. Though he had fought with them for what seemed like forever now. Surly they wouldn't think that he was still apart of them? He had killed at least... several... At least four. He wasn't sure now. That thought made him uneasy, and he felt like a teenager again, in one of his brawls that in several situations people didn't walk away from. Though it was never by his hands, he knew that every fight he got in that someone died he had a hand in it, even if not directly. Doctors in any field take an oath to do no harm, Manny broke that long before he became a doctor, and many times after. Sometimes by accident, sometimes because he decided it was for the greater good to deal with a problem more aggressively then passively. He tried to tell himself that this was one of those times, but he still felt sick. For now he would be fine though.

As he and Alexander moved up they explained the situation to the dark haired girl. Alexander told how he had killed one of the cultists, and that one shot another one. With that in mind, does that mean that they might still think he is one of them? Going through whatever he had to do to stay alive? Or maybe pulling a deep cover job? He wasn't a skilled soldier, but what if they thought he was still an enemy? He would have to let things play out. Alexander asked Manny about his kills, as if they were something like a game to keep a score with. "[color=00aeef]Before the hole? I got one, I thought you got the other two though. Guess I was wrong.[/color]" He knew violence was sometimes what needed to happen, it doesn't mean he liked it at all.

Manny tried to move on from the conversation, Thinking about firing those shots and killing so many people today, was only making him sick even more. He followed the others into the supply room, and seeing inside reminded him of the armory in his old community. Though this one seemed to have a lot more ammunition then the one he saw in the past. The more he looked around the more he realized this wasn't just an armory, this was the main supply cache! He saw guns, ammo, clothing, food and drinks, but something he noticed after looking around was a severe lack of medical supplies. Were these people so crazy that they went for survival of the fittest without any concern of what would happen if someone got hurt? Though thinking about it, they did do cage matches tot he death... so that made sense thinking about it.

Manny moved on for now, he could come back eventually to see what he could see. Moving into the next room gunshots went off, with his last good breath he ran in shotgun raised, seeing the last two members of his new group, weapons drawn on an old man who now fell dead. "[color=00aeef]Holy shit...[/color]" where the only words Manny could draw, though now his body had enough. He keeled over and threw up what few contents his stomach had. His mind and body have had enough, physically he had nothing left, mentally he was pushed to his limit. There wasn't much, but the point was made. "[color=00aeef]I can... clean this up... after I take a breather...[/color]" Manny walked back to the storage room. He didn't think they would be around long enough for him to actually clean that up, and with the building so unusable he figured it wouldn't matter anyways. But he figured saying something and doing nothing was better then walking away without saying anything.

Once back in the armory section, Manny felt better. He felt relaxed when around firearms. Though he only really did target practice with shotguns, it felt nice to be around these. Though it also helped that now these wouldn't be used to hurt innocents. Unless these people were rival bandits who are using Manny... He didn't think that was likely, but he still was not sure. He still felt sick, and now weak, but he would recover eventually. Manny looking through the armory found a familiar sight that made him feel much more relaxed, and overall happy. He set down the pump action he had grabbed before, and pulled a double barrel 20 gauge shotgun from the rack of guns. It was vary similar to the one he had before the world fell apart. A nice over under barrel, a perfect long barrel, and comfortable sights. He held it, looking down the sights smiling. "[color=00aeef]It's been a while.[/color]" He said holding the gun.

Manny grabbed a strap for it so he could hold it on his back and now have to always walk around with it in his hands. He found shells pretty easy, the 20 gauge was not as common as the 12 gauge, but most people preferred 12 gauge, so there was little competition for 20 gauge. Manny would grab a small bag to use for holding bullets and food, nothing fancy, but something so he could get the shells he needed if something happened. He took the shell holder from the pump action he had before and put it on the stock of his new 20 gauge. Finding more .357 wasn't too hard either, but there didn't seem to be a lot of that. Not as common a bullet as most handgun rounds, and this one was pretty popular with pistol shooters. He was great full to have more then 4 bullets in his revolver.

Once Manny had his new gear he found something to eat. He was weak, starved, and the fighting seemed to be over. At first he didn't take a bite of the canned chili he grabbed, still thinking about all those people who died today. Then his stomach gave into weakness and he started eating. He needed to be careful otherwise he could put his body into shock, and make himself worse. SO he ate slowly and drank water a couple sips at a time. "[color=00aeef]Dig in folks, war's over. battle's won. All there is to do now is to enjoy life a little before the next big event kills us all.[/color]" He enjoyed his chili, though thinking about it, how would they leave if the hallway was blocked with a huge hole?