[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] Wewahitchka B4
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A[/center]
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Manny woke up slow, he considered himself in pretty decent shape for someone of his age, but damn he could feel his age sometimes. The groups sleeping situation didn't help, with a house that had literally nothing in it the floor was the only option. At least the door could still close. He was in pain because of it, but he wouldn't complain out loud, everyone else slept on the same floor. Manny started his morning off as usual, giving his shotgun a quick once over making sure it was as clean as he could keep it without a proper cleaning kit. And making sure that the barrel wasn't obstructed. Both seemed okay, he had been sparing in his use with it due to a lack of ammo, and a lack of a way to properly clean it. Though because it was a break action it wasn't too bad just to find something to act as a ram rod and a piece of cloth and just wipe it down. It wasn't perfect but it did the job. 

Looking out the window he saw the store across the street. If things go well, he would like to check that out. It didn't hurt to have some extra food, and with the head they needed to make sure they had more then enough water to stay hydrated. Last thing they need on top of two amputees and an old man who's struggling to hide his age is someone to collapse of a heat stroke. Manny had been trying to pull his weight more to keep things easier for Beatrice, though he didn't want to make himself a liability by getting himself sick. "[color=00aeef]I think we should make time to check out that store across the street. It's close, and chances are has some decent supplies still.[/color]" He said just to whoever might be listening. "[color=00aeef]We might even find some medical supplies. I personally wouldn't mind that.[/color]" He would also like the chance to spend some time indoors, the outside was going to make someone sick sooner or later. Though if this town had something like a gun store then that might be nice, they still had a severe lack of guns and bullets. Plus food and water were doing okay, but it wouldn't be for too long. So maybe food and water first before guns and ammo. Though, if they needed to use what they had left to get the food and water what then? Would they have enough to get more? Their little group wasn't really fit for a mass melee fight anymore. 

Though maybe they could lure the undead on the inside outside, and lure them away if they were smart. Two people draw them out and lure them away, two loot in the mean time? Could work. Though who would be the ones to lure? Manny could do that for a while but would it be long enough? Or if it was just a small amount could he just pick them off one at a time with Beatrice's bow? They could probably do some decent damage like that. But what if there were more walkers in town then they thought? Damn, trying to figure this out with the people and supplies they had was hard. They either had to risk it all, or keep going by on minimal supplies. A few trained people with the right tools could clear most of this town if done right. He had seen it in his last community where six people with a couple guns bows and axes cleared out the community house by house with another team providing security for everyone else. This town is a lot smaller then that from what Manny could tell, but there were no real places to build fortifications that would be effective. But that wasn't the goal anyways, it was to get food. Maybe they could clear the building without too much problems, but what if it draws a small horde? That would be a concern for later. For now, the morning dragged on. "[color=00aeef]We'll either need to get supplies while we are here or keep moving. I don't think its a good idea for us to stay put for too long.[/color]" Manny also didn't want to sleep on the floor again.


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00a651]Private Hunter James Monroe[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://imagesvc.timeincapp.com/v3/mm/image?url=https%3A%2F%2Fewedit.files.wordpress.com%2F2016%2F07%2Fhacksaw-ridge-1.jpg%3Fw%3D612&w=1000&c=sc&poi=face&q=70[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b] Wewahitchka D4 -> B8
[b]Skills:[/b] Perception[/center]
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Another long night in the middle of nowhere. Hunter now without much of a purpose is preparing himself for the long walk home. He also had reason to believe there would be less corpses up north which would be nice. Though here seemed to have a lack of corpses as well. Definitely enough bodies, and a few of them might be corpses, but none that were walking or standing or moving in any sense. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was when he passed near here a while back and decided to use up some of those sweet 5.56 the local police carried just to see what damage he could do. Though that was a light session, and he didn't think it would do damage to nearby towns, but who knows. His guess was the heat kept them all inactive. He's sure if he decided to start shooting more would show. He was tempted too, because chances are most the walkers would be inside right now, and he was out of food and had only enough water to get to the next town with the gear he was carrying. And luring some outside as an excuse to use some bullets could be useful in lightening his load.

Though the now that Hunter thought about it, if there were any active walkers around Izibell would have probably done something by now. She wasn't really good with inactive ones, but she got defensive the moment she noticed any that moved. So he figured for the time being that they were safe. Though he learned the hard way that Izibell wasn't the best dog for tracking infected. Though she was pushing against his leg again for attention. "[color=00a651]We spent the whole night sleeping under a counter as I rubbed you and you want attention now? WE have more pressing matters, like how you suck at rationing so I have to do it for you.[/color]" That was true, for a big active dog she probably ate more then the average human, and she sucked at taking it slow. Dogs. What will you do. "[color=00a651]Just calm yourself, we'll get something to eat today. Or you'll kill some poor animal and I might get to lick the bones again.[/color]" He said with a grin. This seemed to get her attention, and she sat like she was expecting a treat. "[color=00a651]Not now, later.[/color]" He kept walking, Izibell followed. As he walked he saw some things that seemed off. The colors seemed to blend more then they usually should. He got the Rottweiler's attention and pointed to the weird coloration. She looked excited, then confused. Then back to Hunter still confused. "[color=00a651]Nothing, thanks girl.[/color]" He gave her a rub across the head, she seemed content with it and kept following her ever strange human.

As they walked looking for somewhere that would be easy to clear out and find food in he saw that Izibell had turned her attention and had started acting weird. Was is corpses? No. Not likely, she whines more when she notices them. Though he noticed it too before long. It took him a moment to hear it clearly, it sounded like a loud pressurized thumping noise. Though he had a guess on what ti might be, though he chalked it up to his imagination. But, Izibell had noticed it too. So was it real? Or was he mishearing things? But what the hell would it be doing out here? Or being out period. Hunter was tempted to stay out in the open so that he could find it and be sure of his thoughts, but decided against it. If it was what he thought it was and things turned sour, he lacked what he needed to defend himself. Though he figured his M4 rifle could put up a fight, if his fears were true and it was prepared even partially properly he had no fighting chance. He would wait and see for now. He kept walking, keeping close to potential cover in case things got hot. He started making his way north in town as that seemed like it had more lootable buildings with large open windows. But as he got more northward he noticed two things. One, the space was very open, meaning he would be exposed. Two, there was not much north of his position, not much at all. "[color=00a651]We're making great progress girl in the Areas to not loot category. Not unless we can eat cash.[/color]" The dog just gave what looked like a big smile and looked at Hunter. At the rate things were going, he hoped the people making the noise were friendly. Because he would be too weak to move on his own if he didn't eat soon. TO find food, he would most likely have to back track a bit. He had all day so he wasn't too worried, but damn his gear felt heavier the longer he didn't eat.