[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.  House, E9
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A[/center]
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Manny sit in his corner in his deep sleep still. No one had woken him up to take over yet so he would enjoy a little more sleep before trying to improvise a blood transfusion. In dream land Manny and company were making their way across the stadium as gunshots ran out. The old dentist could hear the Crack Crack Crack of the military rifles going off over and over again. Other rounds were going off, but he knew the difference well enough. Despite most people going the direction Manny and crew were heading in the crowd seemed to be getting thinner as they went on. Were people just spreading out? Or were they trying to hide? He wasn't sure, and he didn't like it.

After walking a good 20 minutes Manny had realized that most of the people in the crowd near him were gone. It was Himself, Jimmy, and Suzen. There were a couple people who passed by when the trio slowed down but they were out of sight fast. They were running, the trio was moving very slow. Suzan was still processing what had happened on the field and Kimmy was getting sicker by the second. "[color=f7941d]Manny we need to stop.[/color]" Suzan spoke. "[color=f7941d]Jimmy cant keep going like this. He'll only get worse.[/color]" Manny knew she was right, but the gunshots were only getting louder and he had no idea where the exit was in this place. "[color=00aeef]Yeah take five. If we're smart we can avoid most of the carnage while Jimmy gets some rest.[/color]" Not smart. They needed to be lucky, and he knew that.

He could hear the sounds of machinegun fire in the structure around them. But now there was another noise. A noise that to this day haunts Manny in his dreams. The violent buzzing noise of thousands upon thousands of voices all screaming and moaning for the same thing. Living Flesh. For now, the buzzing voices were outside in the field and they were outside the stadium in general. But inside here, they were safe. "[color=f7941d]Manny...[/color]" He heard the young voice speak. Manny turned to see what what happening. Jimmy lay dead still on the ground, Suzen attempting to comfort him in his final moments. "[color=f7941d]He's.... dead....[/color]" The fever would be Manny's best guess. They lacked what they needed to treat and infection like the one Jimmy had. "[color=00aeef]There's nothing we could have done. At best, we could have only bought him a couple hours with proper medical supplies.[/color]" He wasn't sure on this but he just needed her to feel better.

Though feeling better wasn't an option right now. From the hallway the group of them had came from was now starting to fill with the same buzzing moans of the hordes outside and the screams of those they engulfed. "[color=00aeef]Jesus Christ... SUZAN RUN![/color]" Manny pulled her up, still resistant to leave Jimmy. Manny was too, but his fear of the infected was much more then his guilt for leaving his friend. The buzzing moans were getting closer, were getting louder, the duo had no idea where they were going in this mess of a building. Some areas were blocked by abandoned improvised military structures, other seemed to bring them closer to the buzzing. Manny thought about the girl in the parking lot, the one with the missing arm. Could he do that again?

In a literal sense he could, he still had almost 200 shells on his person and his shotgun was in prime condition. But last time he fired the gun he had hesitated and Jimmy had gotten attacked. Afterwards still left him a mess and mentally he wasn't sure if he could do that again. Though what would they do if they came across more infected? Suzan was a capable woman but she had only fired a gun once and it was a miracle that no one had gotten hurt. Granted, there's not much point in firing the gun unless it was to hurt something. But as the buzzing hordes got closer and louder the trio now duo had to make a choice. Keep running, or hide. "[color=00aeef]Suzan, we need to find an emergency exit now. Anything that will get us to the ground.[/color]" The ground was where the infected all were, but staying in the building they would get to where Manny and Suzan were soon enough. And if they kept trying to avoid them, they would find themselves trapped. Manny tried to convince himself he could shoot the gun in his hands again, just to get them outside and away. But he wasn't so sure. After running and hiding a bit more they found a set of stairs that should take them right down to the ground level. There were screams and moans clearly audible from down below. "[color=00aeef]We have to try... we stay up here and we will die here.[/color]" Suzan nodded her head and responded. "[color=f7941d]I know. It doesn't make this any easier to do.[/color]" The duo made their way down the stairs, ready to make a run for the truck that used to belong to their recently departed. Back in the house though, Manny was still deep in his sleep. Debating which reality was worse.