Emanuel "Manny" Newman
Location: Grave Yard
The funeral was coming to a close. Most everyone had something to say to the dead, and some had more to say beyond that. He got the attention of Alexander, and returned with a simple nod, and a smile of appreciation as well. Manny still felt out of place as being probably the only person here who had never met anyone who had died, but he was still alive because of those who were dead, and Alexander helped him feel a little more welcome to be able to say that thanks to them. Lola and the others caused enough commotion to give Manny a chance to fight back, and Gavin died soon afterwards. He would never be able to get something like that out of his head. He wondered if his own death would have that kind of significance? Or if age would simply take him in his sleep. He wondered how many more were going to die like that, dying to give someone else a chance or as a chance to avenge someone else?
He clenched the shotgun in his hands tight. The head was harsh for the old man, and he complicated unloading the gun again. He didn't think it was hot enough for him to pass out or anything, but he was worried if something like that were to happen and he were to clench the gun wrong as he went down and pull the trigger. So he kept his hand tight on the grip itself just in case so even if it slid a bit he shouldn't graze the trigger.
Atticus eventually gave the announcement that things would be wrapping up. If anyone had anything left to say this would be the time to do it. Manny personally didn't, but seems not much wanted to be said anymore. Though he did take notice of Thalia... Flirting? He wasn't sure what counted for that nowadays. A part of him wanted to point out that this may not be the time or place for something like this, but another part of him wanted to laugh a bit as Thalia kept moods up with her comments.
Hunter MonroeLocation: Cell B
Cell life was boring for the soldier boy. He had considered counting ants, but didn't even get to double digits before he decided he was bored of it. He considered making conversation with the corpse in the next room over? But they weren't even a proper corpse, just bits and pieces. The smell was starting to get uncomfortable, but it wasn't as bad as the walkers, and still was no where close to as bad as the smell of the sewer system he got stuck in. Or the walkers in that sewer system. But a smell none the less. He wondered what Cage was doing that made it so he couldn't just clean this up. Not like there were other prisoners to watch? So for now he sat and tried to keep his mind occupied. He hummed some random tunes, but didn't really know the words to most songs in his head as he didn't listen to a lot of music in the last few years. He contemplated going through what was left of the remains, what little there was at least. The tooth was something of note, in a pinch it might make a great threat maker if things went south. Technically it was the tooth of a dead dude, so if things went guns up maybe it would buy him time and start a commotion. If things came to that. He thought about it and decided against it. He debated drawing with it but he wasn't sure it would hold up against the concrete. But he would keep that in mind for later just in case he got desperate for something to talk too. He thought back to his time in the army. And with it being short, only a few decent memories came to mind.
Thinking about the past, the former national guard's man named Pete was one the better people Hunter got to be with since the world ended. He wondered how things would have been if he had made it with Hunter this far? Had he been around when Hunter met... them. If he was with Hunter when he first came here? If he was there to tell Hunter to shut the fuck up when he opened his mouth. Pete had helped Hunter in a lot of ways like that, when things first started getting bad it was like a switch that went off in Hunter's head that made it so he wasn't the self confident older brother he had grown up being. When the first few weeks of chaos were over, he was left a husk of his former self, and alone. Nothing worked the way it should anymore except one thing. The gun in his hands, that still worked. Before Hunter would break up fights between his siblings. Then the corpses came, and you can't talk them down. He had several siblings who he could talk to and problem solve things, sort out problems, and then move on to a fun task at the end of the day. Then they were gone, and Hunter was to figure out his own things. And he had to get them done by himself. He had no one to try and protect anymore, and no one to be there with him as he figured it out. To Hunter, Pete was something he had never had, in a moment he really needed it. For the first time in his life he was someone like an older brother to Hunter. Before the world ended, he was the oldest of five, the protector of them and the one they went to for help for simple problems. In many ways Pete served that role for him, helping Hunter figure out the little things so Hunter would be ready for the big things later in life.
Hunter chuckled at that thought. Hunter had figured out how to fight one war, right in time for the next one. He could handle being a big brother, right by the time he was alone and the world ended. When That happened he had to figure out how to deal with the wandering corpses while also keeping himself alive, he had figured that out just in time to get confronted with those who had survived with... less then good intentions. He had figured out how to deal with those people and so by the time he had met people who wouldn't try to shoot him on sight, but were clearly beyond worried that everyone might do the same to them. He wondered what the people here went through to lead them to that point? Maybe they got shot at a lot was the first thought. Or maybe they had an internal civil war at some point so they had trouble trusting outsiders and insiders out of fear of more internal fighting? Who knew. But with what little Hunter knew either was just as likely. "And by the time I figure out this conflict, there wont be any people left. Is that the luck I get to work with?" He said it with a little bit of a joking tone to it and a small laugh. He went quiet after a moment though looking around. "Huh... maybe so."