[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] Quincy, Florida: E9
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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The road had been long and hard so far, and Manny was glad to be able to rest soon. Manny looked over to Alexander, he was taking it well but Manny was still getting used to the sight of it. When he went in for medical school he more had plans of helping kids and elders keep their teeth safe and clean, pulling out infected teeth, and eventually enjoying retirement. But now? He was probably one of the worlds few qualified doctors. Manny had seen legs taken off people in the past, mostly to avoid bite wounds, but overall in Manny's cases people would arrive too late for Manny to do anything other then help them bleed out faster. He was no master surgeon, though he was glad as hell that Alexander survived. While walking up to the house Alexander had thanked Manny, he wasn't sure how to respond at first. "[color=00aeef]What for?[/color]" Was all Manny could really think to say.

Manny and Alex had become more of the reserve force for the group, supporting where they could, and providing assistance when needed. Though between the two they had a single double barrel shotgun with less then 20 shells. Manny chuckled at that though, he would use twice that in a single target shooting session years back, and now 20 shells is all that stood between them and death if a small horde came through. Manny figured he was a good enough shot with the thing he could make each shot count for a single kill. Though after that then what? They would be completely dependent on the girls? Manny wasn't a hand to hand fighter? not the way he used to be. He could hold his own for a little bit, but physically his body couldn't do that the same way anymore. Alexander would have issues too, he didn't know much about the military but he is pretty sure proper stand is a thing.

But things were looking up, other then a minor leg wound, everyone was healthy enough, well fed... ish. And if this house worked out, it would be somewhere safe to hold up until they could figure out there next move. Though, something Manny did feel great about, was being apart of a group again. with the exception of the months leading up to Eden, Manny had been with a group since the beginning in some way shape or form. Those months leading up to Eden were... harsh. Manny wasn't a professional survivor, he had skills, but on his own he could only survive so long. Now, he was with a group of people, and everyone had their role, and their job. Though he could tell Alexander felt like he was holding the group back. Manny felt he would need to work on that. He felt that the two were mutually dependent, Alexander had skills Manny lacked, and vice versa. With that in mind Manny liked the company when the group had to split up from time to time.