[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 D7 [b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center] [hr][hr] Was this it? Were they about to be in a new safe zone? Manny loved the idea of being around other people, and letting those who needed it recover in the ways they needed to. And it would give Manny a chance to help people in ways he hasn't been able to in a long time. Though, he was concerned too with this as well. His last community he was apart of had torn itself apart... leaving Manny with a choice to die with them... or leave. And now here he was, ready for another group to join up. Manny had caught up with everyone watching the helicopter and the occupants interact. But... there were so many people. Thalia seemed to know some of them, which was promising. Beatrice seemed to trust these new people enough, and Manny arrived just in time to hear these new terms. Turn over your gear and supplies, go in a waiting and checkpoint phase, then more will be decided from there. Seemed pretty standard compared to most of the groups he had been apart of. Manny took his bag off and made sure all of his gear was accounted for. It wasn't much, but hopefully that might change, or he might not need it anymore. He pulled the shells out of his shirt pocket and he made sure to pull the shell out of his shotgun. Even though this wasn't [i]His[/i] shotgun, it was similar in a lot of ways. Reminded him of his life before the end of the world, and how useful his old gun was when the world first started going to shit. It had failed to save so many others, but Manny it served just fine. One shell at a time. "[color=00aeef]I agree. This is our best chance.[/color]" Even if they knew little about these people. He didn't think they were raiders. Seems too costly to just use up a helicopter to take what little a small group of travelers might have. Who knows, maybe Manny would meet someone he knew before the outbreak. "[color=00aeef]Do you guys think they are in a big enough group to have a census? To help people find others they once knew? Or do you think it's small enough that we can just talk and find everyone really fast and figure out things like that?[/color]" Manny wouldn't mind seeing people he used to know, and explain the better moments of his life in recent years. In theory the chances of something like that happening were slim, but they were still not far from where he used to live. And he had met a lot of people as a dentist, and met almost as many at the shooting range he was apart of. Part of him wondered what the chances of meeting someone he had worked with would be. Alexander had asked if Manny could help him get around until their rides arrived. "[color=00aeef]I can help you out yeah, what would I do without my fellow baby boomer? Talk about home computers all day? Or about the next new trend? No we're tied at the hip now Alexander.[/color]" Manny would help Alexander to the trucks when they arrived. Until then, turning over his bag full of gear, and his now unloaded shotgun. [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 D8 [b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center] [hr][hr] The balding man that spoke to Hunter seemed to be a very trusting person. He made note that if these people were hostiles that he would use that one as a shield right before whispering something maniacal like [i]Glad I asked for the vegan meal[/i]. Chances are he wouldn't, the point of not being shot dead on sight was a bonus, but he didn't take the comments well. Hunter made another note to keep tabs on this one incase he was a problem later. Seemed like he had potential to be a problem. Hunter was tempted to decline the offer, though the idea of starving another day was a huge influence on his choice. The idea of Izibell starving anymore was also a major choice in his decision making. Even if it meant the two would be separated... He hated that idea, and he was worried Izibell wouldn't react well. But she was trained well before Hunter met her, she was a smart girl who could handle herself well. Though he was tempted to be resistant more when the balding man was pushing for Hunter to say thank you in his... Special way. Hunter wondered if the rifle in his hands would be over kill on taking him down, or if he could just get close and dirty with his sawed off shotgun letting the buckshot do it's work. He did a slight laugh at this thought, the first time he has smiled since the groups met. "[color=00a651]They'll get a thank you when I know for sure they are what they say they are.[/color]" His grin stayed, laughing at his own internal thoughts. In the end, he knew what he had to do, and it wasn't go out guns blazing which poor suckers he would take with him. Hunter took the sawed off shotgun and his box of ammo from his back pack and he set it on the ground. He then put his finger on the release for the pump and started ejecting the shells one at a time into the ammo box until it was empty. Once it was he put the gun back in his bag, then he unloaded the M4 rifle by taking out the magazine and making sure the chamber was cleared, then he put both magazines into the box as well. He did the same to his pistol, and put his hatchet in his bag. "[color=00a651]I'm going to regret this...[/color]" he said letting his grin turn to a look of concern. Once all his weapons were unloaded and packed into his bag or attached in some way he set them aside, hoping he didn't get gunned down now that he was disarmed. Though some of his fears were confirmed... He'd be separated from Izibell. She'd be upset, but she would be able to handle it better then Hunter would. So he made his way to Maddog Izibell by his side. "[color=00a651]She's going to get anxious when we get separated. I'll follow along with this for now, but understand, if anything happens to her I will not forget it. But I am...[/color]" He was hesitant in his words. Not sure if they were the right ones to say. "[color=00a651]I'm going to attempt to trust you and your people. We'll go along with it, and Izibell can go in whatever containment you need to do. Just... be careful with her. She's all I have left.[/color]" He said, trying to sound as less of an asshole as possible. He knew that was hard, he had a very good resting bitch face. "[color=00a651]Do you want me to take her in the truck with me? Or are one of your people going to take her now?[/color]" He would follow along with either option, though he wouldn't be pleased about it.