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[h3][color=00aeef][i][b]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/b][/i][/color][/h3]
[i][b][color=00aeef]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Water Repair Shop (G) --> Medical (B) --> Assembly (P)
[i][b][color=00aeef]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	Things were looking up! The boat was finished, things were clean! Manny's biggest regret was he wasn't going to have time to help finish up cleaning medical. The rather fun conversation about Walker Theoreticals was coming to a close as without study or any proof of concept, it could only go so far between two people on cleaning duty. Still fun none the less. "[color=00aeef]I see your logic there. The world seems more then big enough if someone doesn't want to be apart of a growing civilization, there is room to be away from it.[/color]" But Manny wondered for how long, even if people were limited, they could do amazing things once infrastructure and other forms of transportation became available. Once all the small pockets of people banded together, and when they were able to travel greater distances with ease, he wondered if that would be the case, or if there were just that few of them left that it wouldn't be a concern for generations? Not knowing about the rest of the world was up too did make things hard to guess. 

	He was glad to hear that Lisa should be able to finish things in the basement without much delay thankfully. "[color=00aeef]That's great to hear![/color]" Manny still wished he could spend more time and help, but he owed it to those who had died, so he could be free to attend the funeral. It felt weird not knowing them personally, but they had died, and he had lived because of it. It felt wrong otherwise. One had died, by his choice at that. The old dentist wasn't sure he would ever be able to let that thought go. No matter how he justified it in his head, no matter how many times he told himself he wasn't the one to pull the trigger, he still made the choice that Gavin was the lower priority. 

	Manny was so deep in collecting his thoughts and tools that he didn't realize Lisa has slipped until it had already happen and she had recovered. "[color=00aeef]You alright?![/color]" He said in a panic, but seeing how she pretty easily recovered he realized that seemed like a silly question now. He helped finished the gathering of the cleaning supplies, and followed Lisa back to the hospital. Once there, Manny found himself stuck. The basement still gave Manny the chills more then he would like to admit. He could feel his aging heart racing, his mind stuck and struggling to focus, it was maddening. It wasn't until Lisa said something about it being about time to leave that Manny had it in him to snap out of it. "[color=00aeef]Hm? Oh right... uh... Right. Thank you.[/color]" He finished putting away his share of the supplies, and started making his way over towards Assembly. "[color=00aeef]Before I go Lisa, Thank you for... Well being you. Really made my first day here a rather enjoyable experience.[/color]" He said in a positive tone despite his stress. Then he left to go meet up with everyone before the funeral. Seemed many were already here as well, Manny deciding he was about as well as he could be anyways as he wasn't particularly messy himself figured he was as ready as he could be. Physically, Mentally he felt like he wasn't ready at all.






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[h3][color=00a651][i][b]Hunter Monroe[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=00a651]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Administration (Gunny's office) --> Streets (I4 -> L5)
[i][b][color=00a651]Skills:[/color][/b][/i]N/A
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	What a week for the Soldier Boy. Pretty much everything that could go wrong, went wrong in some way, shy of him breaking out into a fist fight with the locals. As far as he could tell, there was that internal rage he had against Bass he couldn't place, but his knuckles weren't bloody or bruised and he wasn't in the stockade. Well, at that point. The checkbook 2.0 comment was kind of funny, but it did make Hunter think about things for a moment. Sure, he had a logic train for most things he said, even if not a great one, or a well thought out one, but so far that logic train had failed him most times he had opened his mouth. He figured he could get a chance to work on figuring out that mess while locked up. It did give him a chance to hold off his comment about Gunny being a human lie detector. Holding off his comment how lie detectors were not credible as they were not as accurate as movies showed, or that they lacked context of any kind. Hunter clearly did think about the remark, but refused to comment. Sure, maybe he was good at reading people, but Hunter found the choice of words funny none the less.

	Hunter stopped himself again when it was pointed out that a last ditch apology didn't count for much here. Hunter debated mentioning that he wasn't doing it to save himself there, but held off as that might not have been what he was referring towards. Though if he was being put up for exile with a look into his eyes as apart of the evidence against him, he figured he probably wouldn't be seeing these people soon anyways. Plus, he had a lot against him anyways outside of that, and had successfully turned most people he had interacted with against him. And his attempts to make things better snuffed out for a lack of time to finish, still trying to figure out what the details of what he had done, and just strait up fucking up to the point where many wouldn't care no matter how hard he tried. That last part was probably the biggest thing against him, he had fucked up tot he point where many people probably wouldn't view him as much more then some kid who couldn't control himself. 

	And, it technically wasn't wrong, but nor was it completely correct. He was confrontational, had more outbursts then he would like to admit, and his personal filter was comparable to using a fishing net to filter coffee grinds. He found the comment interesting to the violent thoughts towards the people here. Sure, he had violent thoughts, founds things funny he shouldn't, and probably had a list of people here he wouldn't go out of his way to save them from a burning building, but one area he had held control of so far, was not acting on those violent impulses. He's seen how that game has gone before, it wasn't pleasant for anyone involved. But what if he did? What if that was apart of last night? Apart of him wished he could get a clear idea of what happened and not bits and pieces. Bits and pieces that don't always make sense. He figured Nigel or Nikki might know something more, but Nigel and him had an audience before, so he couldn't ask then. And he was on a time frame before so didn't really have time to stop for Nikki. Plus, he wasn't sure but she might still be pissed too. And now? He was off to jail.

	He would follow Roy and Maddoc wherever they took him. No point in resisting now. Sure, his s had enough mobility that he could probably make some decent distance before they started shooting, and he wasn't carrying a heavy pack and vest of gear so that was in his favor. What wasn't, was he had no gear of any kind. Plus, he was smart enough to know that trying to run now would probably leave him Shoot on Sight with no where to go. Sure, he might be able to get away from his guards, but cuffed where to after that? The walls were too night to climb, especially in cuffs. He might be able to pull off swimming, or at the very leave jogging through shallower sections, but he had no idea what kind of traps or defenses were there. Sewers maybe, but he wasn't desperate enough to try going through the sewers again. So the thoughts to try and run, escape were definitely there, he wondered who wouldn't have those thoughts cross their mind in this situation. And apart of him thought of going through with them, but for a few reasons he decided against it. Even if he did get out, where would he go? The local area has probably been stripped clean, and he had nothing. Sure, maybe he could take some gear from another local settlement? But he had no idea where they were, and if they were bad off enough that their defenses could be so easily breached by a single Hunter with no gear, they probably were pretty desperate too. He gained nothing from trying to run, and he still had a little left to lose if he tried. So he wouldn't act on that impulse either.

	So instead, he would just follow, not saying a word to anyone as they went past. Nor to Roy or Maddoc. Nothing he could say now would help, but it was clear anything he says now could end up causing more problems. So deciding he didn't need more problems, he kept quiet. And wouldn't look anyone in the eyes. Not out of a feeling of guilt though, just to avoid any kind of verbal or mental communication. It was a good chance for him to think about the last few days, he wondered if what he had done was worse then he thought it was, or if he was focusing on the wrong issues. Maybe that was what the therapy was supposed to be for? But didn't even get that far either.