[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] Bus [b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center] [hr][hr] Manny didn't like the sound of individualism being suppressed for the sake of a group. He knew that things were desperate at times, but that idea still made him uneasy. Maybe things weren't as harsh as Manny took it from those words, but now he knew to be ready for the worst. Manny felt less comfortable now without his shotgun, but he wouldn't complain about it. But now, the bus was starting to remind him of his cage in Eden. He was starting to feel trapped, feel like a prisoner. When they were told that this was going to be like a military town did that mean everyone served in the armed forces? Manny supposed that wasn't too far out of the question for someone like him. Though he was an aging man, and even though he could keep up physically and he could handle a shotgun well, he was no soldier. Though the idea of a military structured community with a general figure in charge made Manny even more worried. "[color=00aeef]God... I hope this isn't another military dictatorship...[/color]" Manny had met enough people who tried for this plan. Though the ones that have tried in his communities could rarely come up with enough support, and were very quickly put down before they could become a problem. But Manny trying to stay positive, tried to think of the pros. This community had a lot of people! Manny may be able to resume his practice as a dentist and help bring back basic hygiene back to the apocalyptic wasteland! Granted he would probably still serve as a general doctor, but it would be nice to help people medically for things that were not life threatening every now and again. With that, if Manny was understanding this correctly this was an old summer vacation spot. Meaning it probably had a couple decent luxuries. Manny wondered if there was a beach. It had been a long time since he had swam, but the idea of swimming was nice. It was one of the few forms of exercise he could keep up for long periods of time without straining himself too much. Sure that was over five years ago, but still! Manny had a glimpse of hope yet again. As they pulled up tot he community he noticed the large stone walls. No horde could force their way past it no matter how many there were. Gates were harder to say, but watching the each vehicle enter in one at a time through what was like an airlock from a science fiction movie helped suppress the idea that the main gate here was weak. "[color=00aeef]I suppose as long as the government here isn't too harsh, this place could work Alexander.[/color]" Though Manny wondered if he would be deemed too old to stay. He had acquired a lot of information and skills over his lifetime, but he was still an old man who had long since passed him prime. [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] Bus [b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center] [hr][hr] From what Hunter was hearing so far, he was liking this new place. It was well fortified, and well structured. His main concern was if he would be allowed in, and if the leaders of this community were total ass faces. When he heard that they had a military structure with a "[i]General[/i]" figure in charge it brought back bad memories. Mostly of the early days of the apocalypse when his former Captain had convinced the survivors of his company to kick out the refugees and then become "[i]Independent[/i]" from the rest of the army. That didn't matter as the army had long fallen at this point. But Hunter pictured this General person to be like him. A power hungry maniac who uses military force to get what he wants. Hunter was liking this place less and less by the second. He also feared that a dominant military power could sour things extremely fast if left unchecked. What were the terms of power for civilian people? In what way does the individuals voices matter? That question was answered though when the comment of town over individuals came up. "[color=00a651]Well that answers that...[/color]" he said to no one in particular. Then he heard the acceptance rate. 1 out of every 20. He did a quick look around on the bus and saw a decent amount of people. Not quite 20, but close enough to concern Hunter. He was already on pretty shitty terms with a couple of these new people. Some from this community and some just joining at the same time he was. Hunter had it figured if things didn't go well, or if someone was kicked out, it would probably be him. He debated if he should start planning his next move. First, he would probably take whatever whatever method these people used to determine who they liked, then while he was being judged start planning there. Did he even want to stay at this new town? If his family wasn't here he wasn't sure. Granted, they were probably dead. He had gone town by town clearing what he could, checking bodies, making sure none were them, and moving on. The process was messy, but it seemed worth it. If he was allowed to stay, maybe he could have a sense of purpose again. He would like that. Seeing the walls, and hearing how many people there were, Hunter felt a little better. Even if he wasn't a fan of the terms of the whole thing. Worst case scenario, they shot him dead. If they were total assholes, he might still be able to leave later. He watched as the first vehicle entered the door, and it closed behind it. Then the gate opened and the bus entered. The solid concrete walls could take a hit from just about everything that still existed. The exception being helicopters and jets maybe. But these people had those too. Or maybe just the one, but still. The idea was there. They controlled the ground, the air, and if patrols meant what he thought they did, the seas. Seemed like a big operation. He decided that no matter what was going to happen he would learn all he could about this community and their defenses. "[color=00a651]I wonder what we'll have to deal with once inside...[/color]" he spoke. Only realizing he was sitting alone a moment later. "[color=00a651]Riiiiight....[/color]". If he was accepted, his next step would be to not draw attention, and learn what he could. He could decide his full opinion on the place later. Who knows, maybe these people are decent.