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[h3][color=00aeef][i][b]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/b][/i][/color][/h3]
[i][b][color=00aeef]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Education Center
[i][b][color=00aeef]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	It appeared nearly everyone that needed to be at the trial had arrived. With the hush order, there wasn't much to say, so he kept quiet as he attempted to take in the situation. The stage was set both figuratively and literally to have a life changing choice made on the life of a young boy who probably didn't understand just how serious this was. Or worse, he knew completely and still felt the need to lash out at everything and everyone around him. Manny could really only take a guess as his time with Hunter was limited to a couple interactions in quarantine, and what little he has heard from the others in camp. What he could tell from quarantine though, Hunter acted like a cornered animal. Sometimes more relaxed when the pressure was taken off, but the moment it was reapplied he returned to a fight or flight mode with no way out.

	Manny couldn't say he understood the feeling all too well. He grew up a lifestyle where the options were to prove you were the strongest, or be crushed by those who could prove it better. In his younger years he found it rather easy to prove himself as someone to not be fucked with, only to realize the problem with that life when pushing and shoving started to turn up bodies. Though he wouldn't learn from those lessons until well into his adulthood, he rarely let himself feel cornered generally taking arguably over aggressive actions to prevent this from happening. It wouldn't be until the world had ended where he found himself out of that mindset where he was in real danger. With the evacuation of his home he found himself stunned, and couldn't bring himself to initially pull the trigger on his gun. As time went on, he felt himself slowly returning to that more... Hostile mindset. One he spent decades pulling himself out of. He wondered if it was something like that for Hunter? He wondered what the boy was like before the world ended.

	Manny's deep thought was interrupted with a sudden crashing noise. He turned to see Thalia rather frustrated with her seat, soon to realize the noise was not a crashing sound, but the sound of a chair in need of much care and maintenance. Manny struggled for a moment as he had to recall a language that for the longest time in his life he did what he could to forget it. He figured it might have been too far gone to recall passive conversation anymore as... Did she say something about ducks? No that must have been a mistake, and surely he was losing his mind or maybe his understanding of Spanish. Manny turned his head forward again, figuring Thalia probably didn't want the attention after something like that. "[color=00aeef]God what a strange day.[/color]" Manny mumbled rather quietly. He turned to Alexander and gave him a look as if to say "Seems a lot of people are having a rough day".


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[h3][color=00a651][i][b]Hunter Monroe[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=00a651]Location:[/color][/b][/i]  CMB Streets
[i][b][color=00a651]Skills:[/color][/b][/i]N/A
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	Hunter sitting in the golf cart stared out into the rain attempting to get a good look at the settlement as he passed. The streets were pretty empty by this point, and he found that unsettling. Like so many other settlements he had seen. Though he knew there were people out there, he found it unsettling. He had seen enough fallen settlements to start getting a good idea how they fell. There were easy signs, like a gap in the defenses that were forced down normally meant wiped out or overwhelmed. A well stocked one that was missing food or water implied their own. A well stocked one with whatever they called their medical ward crammed to the brim meaning mass disease and a total or near total wipe out. There were others, but not as easy to identify the cause for falling. Some that seemed rather well set up, but deserted with much of the supplies still in storage. Just... abandoned. Some where the defenses were still standing, but the inside was peppered with so many bullet holes, that it led him to believe maybe it was an internal problem. That's how Hunter's first [i]Group[/i] went.

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	Hunter found himself pacing across the room as the girl he had learned to call June sat on the couch watching him impatiently. The small office they had decided to meet in wasn't the ideal place to do much of anything due to how crammed it was with the furniture inside of it, but it was private, and sound proof. "Are you done? You're giving me a migraine with your visible panicking." Hunter stopped mid step and looked at June, his hair a disheveled mess from running his hands through it over and over again. "[color=00a651]You're talking killing them June. Not even counting the fact that there are like ten of them, but we are talking killing them June. Sure, they're shit bags. But they are still people dammit.[/color]" The girl stood up from the couch and glared at Hunter dressed with his camouflage fatigued pants and a fall jacket with a simple hunting vest on over that. "We are talking thieves, killers, rapists, the literal lowest scum of the world. Or did you enjoy stealing from those people? Did you enjoy your little pillaging run with those fuckers?" Hunter froze, his expression in shock. "[color=00a651]They would have killed me June if I didn't go with it.[/color]" The audible snap noise his face made when her hand struck him was loud enough that Hunter for a moment worried that someone outside the office might hear them. "So that's it huh? Better them then us right? We are talking the literal lowest pieces of trash in the remaining world. You're a fucking soldier, act like it and do your fucking job. Protect people dammit!" Hunter threw his arms up to help emphasis his statement. "[color=00a651]For three months! Three fucking months! And clearly not a good one at that![/color]" Hunter got loud, not out of anger, but closer of fear of being misunderstood. 

	June shoved a finger in his face. "Don't you raise your voice at me. You saw what they did to Lucy. You see how broken up she is now because of what those fuckers did to her." Her eyes show pure hate, seeing Hunter as no better then those who she was plotting to kill. "Or is that not justification enough for you? You seemed more then fine when it was your brothers in arms?" She stood back, having made her point. Hunter stepped back too, leaning against the wall processing the information. "[color=00a651]That was... different. They.. They we-[/color]" "Killers? Murderers? Selfish self destructing assholes?" Hunter found himself at a loss for words. June new just the right nerve to strike, and had hit it well. "[color=00a651]...not all of them...[/color]" Her glare kept locked on Hunter's face. "But the ones who didn't have the balls to make up for the shitty things they did." Hunter went to protest, but stopped. She was right. There was Pete, who stayed with his unit until he was the last one left. There was Lieutenant Anderson, who rallied what was left of his company to buy time for those still alive to escape, there was the staff sergeant who's name he couldn't place who had dragged him and others back into the stadium to try and save as many people as possible. All at the cost of themselves and their lives for one last chance to do something right. Those who returned to the base, were those who chose to save themselves once things went south. 

	Hunter sighed. June had finally gotten through to him enough that morals wasn't an issue for him in this regard. She was right, and this was something that had to be done. "[color=00a651]There's still only three of us, and ten of them.[/color]" June relaxed, now it was down to the problem of how to deal with the fuckers instead of figuring out who was on her side. "Two. Lucy is barely responsive. And if we don't deal with them soon, they will likely just off her." Hunter stood up properly and ran his fingers through his hair again. "[color=00a651]That's worse June. A lot worse.[/color]" She shrugged with a look of contentment. "Defeat in detail." Hunter just looked at her still confused and concerned. "[color=00a651]Uhh... Care to explain?[/color]" June seemed rather annoyed at Hunter. "Defeat in detail. Pick them off bit by bit until they are in manageable numbers." Hunter stood wide mouth but seemed to be finally getting it. "Kyle will be taking some guys out to check the police station for some more weapons and ammo. "Assuming you aren't going with him, we wipe out the fuckers who stay behind, and when Kyle returns, we fuck them up too. If we're smart, we can split them up even more. Make sense?" Hunter nodded. Defeat in detail. The idea made sense, and he was pretty sure he could take on any one of Don and his road block crew. The exception being Don himself, and Greg. Both men were significantly bigger then him, and stronger. Hunter had his brief training, and he was still rather strong himself. But in a fire fight, he held a pretty good advantage there. "[color=00a651]When do they leave?[/color]" June smiled a rather toothy smile. As if the thought of putting the rest of the members of their group in the grave would be the most satisfying thing in the world. "Tonight." Hunter gulped. He'd be lying if he said June didn't scare him a bit. But for all intents and purposes, and for better or worse, she would be the one to push him to be less of a pushover from those who might cause harm.
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	Hunter shifted uneasily as the cart continued through town. Looking at the weather, if he was going to make a break for it, it would be probably the hardest to track him in. Sure, he would have no idea where he was going. But he could figure that out after he lost those following him. "[color=00a651]If I ran. Right now. Got out of the walls. Assuming no one was seriously hurt, would you and the people in charge give chase? Or would you count it as a lost cause.[/color]" He couldn't make eye contact. But they wanted honesty, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't at least considering it.