[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00aeef]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/163dc10b-061c-4aa2-bdaa-4c4f6cd4d02b.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b] Quarantine
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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The last few days for Manny have been a mix of joy, and of pain. Though he was enjoying his time in Mexico Beach so far, he had succumbed to his own stupidity. With his medical background he should have known to be more careful with solid foods then he was, unfortunately he was just happy to enjoy it. And for him, that meant 3 days of stomach pains that made his life hell. Though he tried to pull his part in his new set of jobs, he struggled to keep up until the recently when the stomach pains finally passed him. He felt back for not being able to do much to help Wayne when it came to kitchen work, but he promised he would make it up once he was up to par again. This morning he was able to help more, and did his best to make up for the last few days. He was thankful that Wayne was able to pick up the slack and then didn't give Manny a hard time for struggling to keep up.

Now that he was better, he was hoping to try and enjoy his time here. He had gotten a lot of reading done, had watched some shows with the others, though TV wasn't a big thing for him. He missed going outside more, but he understood why they didn't. That was probably what he was looking forward too the most right now, being able to go on long walks outside and enjoy the sun. Back when he ran his own office, he would spend a half hour before work walking, a half hour during his lunch walking, and then another hour  and a half in the evening walking. Most of the time listening to Audio books or older style music. He wondered if he would be able to get his hands on a portable CD player and some audio books so he could try and restart that habit again. It would be nice to go on walks without fear of being eaten alive by making a wrong turn. 

The first couple nights were hard to sleep due to Hunter's restlessness, but he didn't hold that against him. Though Manny had tried to strike up a conversation with him a few times, he made no luck. The boy wasn't too keen on opening up to him. He wondered what it would take to help calm that boy down, and help him adjust to regular life again. He wondered if the boy even could at times. The way he eyed others when they got close, how he always seemed to be looking for an exit, the way he would hold items at times like if they were weapons but deciding how to use them. But he seemed to be getting better through the days. More or less. Times like this though, Manny wondered if he should have gotten into psychology and helped people in that regard. Though, he had been able to do a lot in his time as a dentist, and a post apocalyptic medic. Thinking about it, he wasn't sure how much he could have done as a psychology. Or a brewer.

In the main social room, people were settling down and enjoying themselves. Wayne turned on a video that seemed like some sort of home video. Manny didn't have a lot of interest in TV right now, but he was happy to know that home videos were still a thing. Reminded him that there was a chance to get things back to normal. He was excited for how things were going to be. Though, the voice he picked up from the video caught his attention. He made his way over to the TV, and saw Thana. He wasn't able to process it at first, but he sat down, trying to take it in. Then he saw the boy too. The boy he decided was more likely to live without imminent attention... so he held off on treating him in favor of Thana. He died while he worked on Thana... who died what felt like forever ago. He hated himself for his feelings towards her after she left. With both of them, he wondered if he could have done more. The way that Thana recovered from her wounds he wondered if the man and Thana could have been saved if he started on him first. He wondered if he could have convinced Thana to stay. Now, they were more faces across his mind of people he had failed. People he wasn't fast enough for, people he chose to let die, people he didn't fight hard enough for. 

Manny kept to himself though about how he felt. Though he was a very out going person, he rarely shared what he was feeling as it seemed to rarely help anything. Manny sat on the couch, just staring at the TV, doing his best to hide his guilt. He sits, thinking back, and wondering if he should have started on Gavin first then Thana. Was Thana more likely to make it? Or was she about as bad and just was too stubborn to let it slow her down? Then he thought... Does it matter now? They are both dead anyways. He had failed to convince her leaving was a poor idea, though he's sure she meant well. Though Thalia needed real medical supplies... and who would go with her at that moment anyways? Alexander could hold his own, but he was limited drastically in his movement. Manny himself was making sure that Thalia didn't bleed out or get infected. Thalia couldn't go for those same reasons. And leaving Manny as the most able bodied wouldn't work either. So Beatrice wouldn't work either... Though now Manny wondered if Alexander and Thalia passed him again in terms of physical ability. Looking at that, he wondered if there was much he could have done in either case. He just kept watching, thinking over and over how things could have played out differently.


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00a651]Private Hunter James Monroe[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c08a6051-3ab9-4c98-87b6-05533c8b19e8.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b]  Quarantine
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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The last few days were surprisingly relaxing for Hunter. Though he suffered from some nightmares without Izibell's help they got better as he got more comfortable with this new place. His stress levels started to drop, and he started to mellow out. He was still worried about what this place might be like, but between the semi comfortable nights of sleep, the calm and peaceful man called the General, and figuring out that Izibell was just fine and happy, he was relaxing. He got a daily cup of coffee, regular food, and his overall health seemed to be improving already. Sure his body rejected his new diet at first, but it passed fast. He's pretty sure he has put on weight too. He figured at the rate things were going, he'd be back up to proper fighting strength in a few weeks. After sleeping a few nights without being stabbed he also felt more relaxed in that sense too. Now when he gave people looks, they were more out of curiosity than fear. Though he still kept a watchful eye on anyone that got close to him, he rarely seemed ready to end a fight before it started with them.

He ended up getting cleaning duty with Hank. Hunter didn't mind this, in fact, out of everyone here Hunter more or less tolerated him. When Hunter lost it a few days back, he was one of the few people who seemed to be trying to help Hunter not to fuck up with his advice. No matter how brief it was. He took note of that. This also gave Hunter a better chance to stash a weapon if he ever found one. Since he was cleaning his own room he could hide a weapon and the only other likely person to find it would be Hank. Though he found a couple blunt things that could act as weapons, none he could hide easy, or could go missing without notice. Plus, he wasn't staging an uprising or a prison break. Mostly, he just wanted a plan B in case things went south. So a weapon fell low on his to do list. He still had fists, but they had Izibell. So unless a near perfect chance showed itself, he would probably leave whatever he found alone. But he felt better knowing he was in a position to get away with it if he wanted to.

Hunter has spent most of his days watching TV, enjoying the meals, and overall very bored. He felt he didn't have anything productive to do outside of his morning chores. He still didn't trust anyone here enough to talk to them much out of a passing hello, but he at least felt that if anyone was going to stab him in the back, he was safe. While in quarantine at least. Anything after that would be a new game. But for now, things were okay. He felt he had things he needed to do, but very little productive, or it felt like a bad time for them. He wanted to apologize to Tatiana about a few days ago, but he couldn't do it in front of everyone. Too much exposure. Especially considering a few days ago. He would like to do it sooner rather then later, but he couldn't bring himself to do it now. He also wouldn't mind saying something to Maddog and apologizing for his words before he was brought here. Though he thought the threat to shoot him was still way over the top for what Hunter said, he decided he would make an effort. 

He thought about Beatrice, the girl who tackled him. He had said some rather rood things to her, but in the panic, he forgot them. Then again, she did tackle him and threaten to break his arm. He would hold off with apologizing to her. He decided she was lower on his to fix relationships list. He would decide later if he ever got around to it. Today on the TV was some kind of party, though the only one Hunter could pick out at first was Gunny. Though Hunter didn't know the man well, he figured it was a safe bet to assume that this was some kind of family or home video. Seemed fun. Though Hunter's family never did big events like this. The closets was family gatherings in the yard where most of the family would be working to make sure the chickens didn't get into the food. Then afterwards him and his siblings would take a rifle or shotgun and target practice on some random piece of junk. Most of the time an old car door. Until their dad caught them with a rifle they shouldn't have access too. Oops. It was nice to watch, since Hunter has more or less adjusted tot he stress of the current situation watching this video didn't make him sad. It reminded him he still had a family somewhere. If anyone could make it through this mess, it was that lot of assholes. His lot of Assholes.