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2 mos ago
Current I love zombie movies and books, but most all of them are very... immersion breaking to me. Which is sad...
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10 mos ago
Busy week, Three finals, all passed, fixed my bike for the season, wrote a rather lengthy character sheet, and going to see the new Deadpool movie. Overall things are going good!
12 mos ago
Kind of wanna join a zombie Roleplay, but none seem to appeal to me anymore.... this is a problem....
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1 yr ago
@kittyluna I've been there, I make cookies. I wish you luck though!
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1 yr ago
I am in a new Role-Play for the first time in... A LONG TIME! I am excited and can't wait to do some posting.
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Bio

My name is Remipa Awesome. But if you're reading this you should already know that my now stalker person. Most people just call me Remipa, sometimes Remi, or Mr. Cheese. Though the Mr. Cheese one isn't done here as much. I am slow for most of my role-plays right now as I am working and going to school, but I am normally pretty smart and careful about what I handle. I may take on more as I get more comfortable again but for now I try to keep things limited. My big thing with any role-play is I love characters. I can make most role-plays work as long as I can set up decent characters and character developments. Random action and fighting can be fun, and works well with some characters, but normally I don't prefer that as a basis for a role-play.

I do have some pretty notable grammar and spelling errors, luckily I check most of my things before I post. But those who have been in a chat room with me know that it is really bad, or if they see an early draft to anything I write. In this paragraph so far I have corrected maybe 12 spelling errors and grammar mistakes...

I have a long list of characters that I use for many situations. I find most can fit pretty well in an apocalyptic internment as that is able to support probably the largest variety. Though many science fiction works well. I have a couple mains, Hunter Monroe who is an adult boy that struggles with the concept of people and life. Most of his stories tend to follow him as he screws things up and attempts to make things better again. I have Hank who is a soldier character for the most part who has a pretty harsh goal to remove all forms of evil from the world around him. Understanding that it could include himself in due time.

Other characters of mine include but are not limited to:
-Kathryn: A woman who tend to take up melee fighting, does a lot in fantasy, and tries to see the good in the world, while preparing to protect it from the bad. Her big thing is seeing most issues as black and white, even with context.
-Manny: A doctor figure who will do everything in his power to avoid solving problems through violence, and will always offer to help those he can however he can. Sometimes that is an ear to listen to, sometimes that is patching up severe wounds, sometimes that is standing int he way of a speeding bullet. He'll do it.
-Al': A brute of a man who can be described as a bear and a human screwed each other and the bear lost, creating Al'. Because of his size he tends to solve most of his problems through brute force and violence. He stands out in a crowd, will fight anyone and everyone, and has a soft spot for kids. Growing up he's never really had anyone to call a family, and because of that he has always had to take care of himself. Sometimes drastically.
-Eddy: Eddy is a family man who wants nothing more then to create the best life possible for those he cares about, even at the cost of his sanity and physical ability. Though he is no professional fighter he will not shy away from a fight if pushed, and has been called out on this issue several times. He has issues with seeing the world as "Us against Them." If you're not with him and his family, you're against them. Which makes you a threat.

Despite my saying that I am not a fan of primarily action based role-plays there is a repeating trend of people fighting in the really basic versions of my character descriptions huh? What can I say, I like action. I am weak to my own complaints. A lot of what I like doing on the guild here is exiting my comfort zone. Though for the most part I will shy away against role-plays based one shows I haven't seen (Though a few do seem interesting). When I joined the guild I mostly thought I would stick with apocalyptic stories (Which I have) but I also found myself getting into fantasy, science fiction, superheros, vampires! It's been insane if I do say so myself. But I love it, probably the hardest part about joining the guild (Outside of my poor time management skills) is the fact that my standards for role-plays has.... increased drastically. Role-plays that I would have joined over two years ago I would most likely pass up now. I GMed several my first year and a half on the site, but now I am at a point where I wouldn't even dare to GM one because I can't meet my own standards anymore! (With the exception of a world based one but I lack the skill there too so... also too high of standards).

Outside of the guild I do a decent amount of things. I work as a shift manager, I go to school for computers despite only getting into them my last year in high school, I am an amateur writer ( Or professional if you want to look at the 100% literal definition), and I enjoy long hikes and watching things burn. Though controlled burn, last thing I need is to lose control of a live fire.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman



Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A





Manny could tell pretty fast his presence was unwelcome. Sometimes he forgot that compared to many other survivors he had it pretty good in recent years. He was almost always behind walls of some sort, with many sealed doors between him and the outside. There were for sure exceptions, the last few months being the most recent one. But many people were tense now when approached by strangers. Worried for what they might do. And these people had a kid, a baby at that. Had Manny been what the young couple had been through he isn't sure he would be as open to interaction with so many new people all at once either. He was hesitant with the people he was with now when they first met. Granted, he was a prisoner of Eden at the time. Now, they were in a well armed, and fortified camp, with more new people they a single person might be able to count. No, this was probably too much for them. Though both of them were willing to give their names, so he figured that was something at least. Tatiana, and Jack. He did take note how they avoided introducing their child. Again, didn't blame them. He just thought it was sad that so many people felt they needed to be so distrustful. He wasn't innocent himself though.

Thalia had a brief conversation with both of them, Manny figured being new to the party he probably couldn't add much without making things more tense. Thalia ended the conversation and Manny agreed with her that it was probably time to get up. "It was nice meeting you both. Sorry for the disturbance." Manny made his way out of his chair and debating giving the child a small wave just to see if he would smile or not. Thinking about it, he decided it probably wasn't best to push things with them. Not until they were more comfortable with the situation. After stepping away from the couple Manny sighed. "Hey Thalia, I think I am out of touch with too many people nowadays. It's showing now too." Manny grabbed himself a cup of coffee and sat down in the first empty seat he could find. He would get better as time went on here, but for now, he had to be smart about these things. Approaching the young couple with the baby wasn't the best idea now that he thought about it.

Before Manny had a chance to butcher another potential friendship a group of three people walked in with papers and a series of carts. Carrying clothes and shoes? That would be a nice change to things. Robes were comfy and all, but they only did so much practically. The man leading this new group of people seemed serious, someone to not mess with. Good posture too. Manny wondered what the man did before the old world fell apart. The first rule he listed seemed pretty strait forward. Do not stab them in the back. Manny didn't have the means to do that effectively, and no reason to do so. He had no reason to give these people to not trust him, and he had no reason to not trust them.



Private Hunter James Monroe



Location: Lice and Tick removal -> Quarantine
Skills: N/A





It would appear that Hunter wasn't helping his issue with causing people to not trust him. Granted, he didn't trust any of them either. Sure they didn't shoot him in the back. Yet. But his old unit didn't yet either. At least to him. Same with his last group. They would have eventually. And he would be damned if he let his guard down now, after getting this far into this shit show. Hunter noticed one of the guards came back to watch over their hair cutting. Shame, meant if something went down it would be two against him. And one had firepower. Though he was impressed to see that the old man, Shears, had been a barber for so long. It's rare that someone can stick with their passion, especially after everyone is dead. And then some. "Is it safe to say you like to cut hair then? Since you've been doing it so long?" Hunter did figure he pushed the questions a bit much as Shears got the idea pretty fast.

Hunter did a little chuckle in response to Shears observation. "We're not alone? Also, I am just a curious little boy who likes to know things." He said in his most innocent voice. "Though you're not likely to go for that gag. Truth be told, I do like knowing things. But that Helicopter thing is mostly just bugging me now." He wondered if they were looking for something. And if so, what. Shears was not impressed with his questioning though. "All my blocks are well accounted for. And they aren't my people. I just happened to be near them when we were spotted. I came alone with my dog. People are too... Untrustworthy if you know what I mean. Dogs, they're loyal to the very end." Though, shears commenting on how bad things might be with Maddog didn't help. It only meant that his first impressions were really starting to struggle. When they finished Hunter stood up and thanked the man with a polite "Thank you." and a wave. And he followed the major back to the conference room.

Once back at the conference room Hunter walked in quietly, not speaking a word. Just observing, and listening. He had drawn a lot of attention to himself. And he didn't want to give another indirect impression of himself to all the new people just because he was in the same room as one person he might piss off. So he would stay quiet. Soon after a few people came in with carts, buckets, and clothes. Hunter debated getting some food, but something about the head honcho of the new arrivals reminded him of something. Was he military too? He almost wanted to stand in attention rather then get food. But he had lacked a meal since... longer then he could recount. It had mostly been scraps he has been getting by on just to stay alive. Didn't help he was carrying enough gear for a fully equipped soldier, and then some. He grabbed a plate and threw on food, not caring what food it was, just something, and ate it down like it was the last meal he was ever going to have. As if someone was going to take it away from him. He did notice the words coming from the man named Gunny. He was some kind of officer, made sense. He had that presence. But Hunter took note of the first rule. Don't stab them in the back. Seemed like a weird one to start with. Hunter wondered if they were talking to him directly. But subtly.

He slowed down on the food now. He was listening. Was this a warning? A threat? God he wished he wasn't unarmed. All he could do now was wait, listen, and be ready to act if things did go south. He wanted to tell himself that they wouldn't because if they would it would have happened already, but he still couldn't convince himself that without thinking he was foolish.



Emanuel "Manny" Newman



Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A





Manny decided he could enjoy this place, both Mae and Moralez seemed like friendly people. And the fact that this community has been around since day 1 is pretty impressive! So this place must have gone through revision after revision to make things the way they are now! Or again, military dictatorship. But he liked the first thought more. Hearing that Mae has been here since the town had been jump started was impressive! With Moralez arriving only a couple years ago meant that adjusting to life couldn't be too hard. He seemed a younger then some people he's met today so far, so that gave Manny hope too for integration. "Thank you both for your time, and this amazing food. I'm glad to hear you both think so fondly of this place." Manny was offered the full story about how Moralez arrived later, seemed they both had places to go. Manny wished them a farewell and was on his way.

Manny figured it had something to do with Doc coming in only moments later to explain how they should be eating lighter foods then what they were offered. Manny almost spoke up, but decided against it. He didn't get too much food to begin with, so he finished his plate and set it down so he could keep his hands free again. Didn't seem to matter much, seems the good doctor lost the debate, and the survivors got to keep their feast. He felt bad for him, but he also hasn't had a real meal in a long time. Letting the situation pass he decided to find somewhere to sit, he was getting old and he would rather not push his standing limit again.

Manny noticed Thalia sitting with a few people from one of the other groups. Seemed as good a place as any to sit and rest. Plus, the young girl despite being one of the stronger people he has known in life, could probably use some backup. And who better then a tall, lean, dentist figure who will scold people for lack of proper dental hygiene. He let Thalia finish her introduction before eventually making his way to sit, though he was clearly stiff. A lack of a proper bed in recent time as well as just general old age has been harsh. "God, don't grow old. Nothing works right after you pass 60." He said as a little introductory joke. Though Manny got the idea that Thalia would have preferred others from their group as support, he also figured that there were a lot of people, and until further notice, they had only a few they could trust for sure. They seemed nice enough though. "I'm Emanuel, but most people call me Manny. Has a ring people seem to like." Thalia had already covered the before the shit storm question, but he didn't catch any names yet. "Mind if I ask you names?" He spoke in a calm friendly voice, stopping to smile and give the little baby wave.



Private Hunter James Monroe



Location: Lice and Tick removal
Skills: N/A





As with most situations, Hunter had trouble deciding how he felt about the situation. Did he find the fact that everyone else needed to get shaved and he didn't funny? Yes. Yes indeed. Did he feel bad when Amelia the redhead isolated herself on the verge of tears. It reminded Hunter of when he left his base for the last time. He was alone, everything he had known was false, and he had nothing to hold onto to keep calm, and be reminded that things were okay. It was nice to see she wasn't alone though, another girl who Hunter still didn't know walked up to her and seemed like she was trying to make her feel better. He wondered what their relation was, family? Friends? Granted, these days that could mean the same thing. Hunter did decide he wasn't a fan of Shears reaction to Amelia's feelings, what he would classify as a severe dick move. Out of habit when any conflict seemed present he reached for his hatchet slowly and calmly, only to realize he had been disarmed and had nothing on him. Once that was apparent to him, he put his arm back to his side keeping his face as expressionless the whole time.

The man called Shears offered to cut his hair down to a trim though which was nice. Hunter decided to hold off on his feelings of the man for now and get a gauge when they were alone. When everyone else left and the hair was cleared Hunter made his way over to the barber chair. "Have you always been a barber? Even before shit went to hell? Or did you do something else before?" He asked Shears, wondering about the person that would have a potentially sharp thing by his head for several moments. Though he tried to hide it, he would be noticeably anxious with Shears around his head and Hunter not being in a position to react if things went south. "Hey this thought just came to me, this community must be pretty big to support those walls and to have people in positions none combat based. How many people are fighter or soldiers here if you don't mind me asking Shears? IT has to be a lot by my guess." He didn't have a guess, he just wanted to see what he could find out. So Hunter tried to sound friendly, though he was poor with words, but he still had a boyish tone from time to time which could sound friendly. He wanted to know as much about these people as possible. "What's this General character like? Is he pretty strict? Because I think I am on poor terms with Maddog as of right now. So I want to know what I am getting into." He questioned saying that last part, but it was too late now to retreat that question.

A thought did come to his mind, if Hunter wanted to make a break for it, now would probably be the best time. But without weapons or knowledge of the area, he didn't think he could last too long. Plus, he had no idea what to expect from shears here. For all he knew he could be some badass ninja master with a heavy weight belt to back it up. Not a fight Hunter wanted to be in. "Hey, between you and me, do you know what the helicopter was doing outside today? Seems weird to use something so... That, for a simple patrol. It just seems odd to me." Hunter stopping to think, he was pushing these questions. He had no idea how these people may react to someone like him who is already on bad terms asking too many questions. He'd stop asking for now, and let things play out. If things went south, he could figure out an escape plan.



Emanuel "Manny" Newman



Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A





Manny had gotten started on reading but didn't get too far before the door slammed open making him jump from his nice simple chair. "Holy Shit!" He screamed as he jumped up. and dropped his book. He was not a fan of surprising loud noises, and he had gotten a little too into this book to really prepare for something like that. But it was worth it to see an older woman walk into the room with a cart full of various foods. Foods Manny thought he never would see or be able to try again. "Holy shit...." he said again, but in a more calm surprised then an outburst. He watched as the woman who called herself Mae introduced herself and presented the large assortment of food stuffs.

Manny would wait for others to gather some food before he would grab some. When everyone else got their food, he would get himself a cup of coffee, some potatoes with gravy, and some seared fished. Once his plate was together he went up to Mae and Moralez to thank them both. "Thank you both very much for this. I don't think I've seen a meal like this sense..." He thought about it. Even before the outbreak, living alone presented few opportunities to do anything special such as making a decent meal like this. "Probably at least a year prior to things falling apart. So Thank you both very much. I'm Emanuel, but most people tend to call me Manny. How long have you both been here? What's it like?" Manny figured this would be a good chance to get to know some of the people here, and get a grasp of what life might be like here. Mostly, everyone seemed happy, but he wanted a chance to see if things were really that happy. So far these people have been nothing but hospitable to them, but it didn't hurt to learn a few things.



Private Hunter James Monroe



Location: Lice and Tick removal
Skills: N/A





Hunter wasn't too amused by the wooden room. He admitted that it looked nice, but he couldn't understand the purpose. What he did eventually get, is that ever new comer in this room other then him had lice. All he had was a simple tick. He chuckled thinking about the odds of things happening like that. His history normally he got the short straw compared to the people around him. The laugh itself was brief but his grin stayed put. Especially when the poor people with lice were given the choice between being shaved or being stuck in isolation. The more he thought about it though, the more he regretted smiling and chuckling. His grin quickly turned into a face of guilt, especially seeing how the girl who more or less ignored him seemed upset by it. Amelia her name was as far as Hunter remembered. He felt bad for her, though she seemed panicked and stressed about a lot. Paranoia maybe? A loose guess would be that. Though how it related to hair he didn't know. The choice wasn't given to him because he didn't have lice, but if needed he would be fine with it. His hair was getting pretty long anyways. For now, Hunter made a move on to catch up with Doc so he could get the damn freeloader off his head.

Doc pulled out a small jar and filled it with rubbing alcohol, setting it near him. Pulling out a Sharpie Permanent Black Fine Tipped marker, he motioned Hunter to come closer. "Okay, hold still, just going to mark the area before I remove it. I'll check daily to see if any of the redness spreads to make sure no rash spreads and if you get feverish at all let me know right away. Chances of you getting Lyme Disease down in these parts is slim to none but better to be safe," Doc said as he drew a small circle around where the tick was. Capping the pen he slipped it in his pocket before taking a pair of needle nose tweezers and getting as close as possible to the head of the tick he yanked it off fast and dropped it in the liquid to drown it. "Old wives tales tell you to paint it with nail polish, or cover it in petroleum jelly or burn it off, never do that," he said as he cleaned the area and then washed his hands before capping the bottle and slipping it in his bag. "Alright, all done, just have a seat over with the done group."

Once done Hunter did what he was told with a slight thank you to the doctor. The Doc didn't cut his head off or slit his throat while he was open to being attacked, so he figured that was a plus. He made his way to the seating area and waited trying to not draw more negative attention. Probably the best way to do that would have been to shut up entirely, but Hunter has issues with that. So he spoke his mind and dealt with whatever consequences there were. Both Positive and Negative. "Hey Shears, you think you'd be up for trimming me too? Something short like what the army used to do before they... You know all died. Then Undied." The words made sense in his head. He figured trying to correct or explain more would make him seem more foolish.


Emanuel "Manny" Newman



Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A





Quarantine seemed to be doing well so far. As far as Manny could tell they would all share at this this room together. Seemed pretty nice. Passing inspection himself he was able to rejoin the main group and felt revealed that he didn't have anything. Though watching as more and more people joined those who didn't get the green band, it was a bit saddening. He wondered what it would be like for them as they got an unknown treatment to deal with whatever they had. Watching what seemed like many people leave Manny realized, he knew none of them. Not one. It was two girls who were apart of the other group, a couple of men younger then Alexander and himself, and the boy soldier. Manny wondered how old he was when this all started. And if he was actually military. Those events were almost 6 years ago, and he still... seemed too young for it in some ways.

But they all didn't seem too down by the situation at hand. That was a nice sight. Alexander brought up the idea that being a dentist people didn't strip down as much as they did for these checkups. "Nah, we undressed all the time. We had a shared shower room and everything. Some people preferred their teeth worked on naked as well. Granted most were old and losing their minds, but still." His response was all absolute crap. He just wanted to see what kind of reaction his friend would have. "Which reminds me, if you ever want a checkup, let me know bud." He said with a stereotypical smiling doctor fashion.

Manny deciding he needed something to help pass the time went to the bookshelf he saw on the way in. Though he saw a few books, none that were normally in his preferred fields. Though a historical book called "The Bridge on the Drina" by Ivo Andrić seemed pretty nice from what he could tell. He would carry the book with him for a little bit and he would take time to read it when things calmed down. Between the foot traffic, the promise of food, and a kids show from who knows when playing, it was a bit much for a reading environment. When the people who weren't wearing green bands left Manny found a nice chair and decided to start reading.



Private Hunter James Monroe



Location: Quarantine --> Lice and Tick removal
Skills: N/A





Hunter was getting the vibe he wasn't liked. Despite the questions he asked he only got a simple name from the redhead. Amelia. He was pretty sure he asked more then that, but whatever. Making friends was hard, and with how things were going, it seemed many people had already made up their minds on him. Allies here, might not be possible. Chances are if he made allies, they would be with people he hasn't met yet. Though one man who came into the infected parasites group was nice enough to introduce himself. Hunter. Nice to meet you Hadrian. Or... Nigel. Now he was confused on what name to use.

Before long another girl came into the mix. She seemed to know Amelia pretty well, and then proceed to sit by her. Now she seemed relaxed by this new girl. His best guess was close friends who had a lot of trust in each other. Now it was making sense to him, she already had someone she trusted in the room, so to her he didn't fit that gap. He'd need a new friend. But he wouldn't exclude her entirely from his thought process. But as things got moving again, some old dude came over with the TV set and put in a tape like that in his old school. Then came to life, a piece of his childhood that he thought had died many years ago. "Holy Shit I love this show!" He took his chair and got as close to the screen as he could. Despite the many ways he was forced to grow up fast, he was still very much a teenager at heart. And struggled a lot to grow up. And it showed.

After several minutes of ignoring everyone he saw the TV show get paused in favor of Everyone in non green wrist bands needed to leave. "....but I was watching that..." he would trail behind a little, but he would follow along without another word. He didn't need more people on his case then already were. In the treatment room as he guessed, it was a weird room that he had... no idea what it was for prior to the world ending. A fancy closet maybe? But it had a barber chair so that was cool. But it probably meant that a lot of these people with him had lice. Shaving was the easiest and safest way to get rid of lice. He could imagine how some people might not like that, though he personally didn't care if he had to. He would avoid it as a sense of self preservation, but overall if he had to, the army already did before so what if it does it again? So what. But he just had a tick. Fucking freeloader.


Emanuel "Manny" Newman



Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A





There were books, there were nice chairs, there was also a promise of food coming soon! Manny was overall pleased with things. He honestly wondered how much of things here would be like his old life? Would he be able to take his shotgun and go back to hobby shooting again? Though that might have been a bit of a stretch he wasn't going to count it out. After all these people did have hot water and military hardware. Plus, Manny is pretty sure that the 20 gauge shell isn't military issues, meaning it could probably be spared. Granted, not as common as a 12 gauge, but still common enough. Though... chances are not produced anymore... He'd have to get that sorted out.

Once the announcement of food was made, the announcement for short inspections was done. Procedure seemed simple enough. Give a once over, draw some blood, do further checks on those who needed it. He saw the woman with the Russian accent go first. He gave her props for doing so. She went in and out, and several others followed. Some more pleased then others. Though one girl left and sat alone afterwards. Manny was tempted to go over and talk to her, but had noticed the orange band on her compared to the green that the rest had gotten so far. Manny wondered how bad it was, or if it just meant that she had an injury that would need proper treatment but wasn't life threatening? Once she was out, Manny figured it couldn't get much worse then being marked for special attention, so he volunteered next. "Okay Doc, lets get this over with. I don't handle the stress of waiting as well as I used to." Manny made his way up to the good doctor, and prepared for his examination.

Manny was slow at first to the examination, but gave in once things got going. He got the idea fast that if he just let this happen, it would be done a lot faster. Though he never fully stripped all at once, he did let his robes hang loose for easy examination. Drawing his blood wasn't a problem though. Being in the medical field he was already used to this sort of thing, and was able to handle it easy enough. Once it was done, Doc gave him a nice green band with his name on it meaning he was cleared and good to go. "Thank you Doc, thank you Miss Mary. That was much better then I remember it being." Manny said with a humble smile on his face. Redressing he left to join with the others. "Simple cost for some food and a roof over my head. Though I just hope I don't have to do that for every meal." At that moment he wasn't talking to anyone in particular, just trying to set a calming mood.



Private Hunter James Monroe



Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A





It was definitely not the worst place he had been stuck at so far. Sure he was unarmed, sure he was wearing nothing but robes, sure his dog was locked away somewhere he couldn't find her, sure there were armed guards watching his every move, sure his most plausible weapon was a pool stick. But this totally wasn't a bad situation that could get worse at the blink of an eye. He figured if he had his shotgun still he could fire off the all the shells using it's slam fire function. Accurate, no, deadly, yes. But then what? Fight his way out from here? He saw the gate, impossible with what he knew so far. Plus, what if these people were better then the rest of the ones he has met? He's sure he'd feel bad about shooting them until something else got his thoughts. He realized pretty fast though, he was already developing another plan to kill everyone in the room. Thinking about it, he decided he needed to calm down. He didn't like being That person. But how else would he stay alive? Beg and plea? Become dependent? He didn't like those ideas. He would suppress his thoughts for now, but he definitely wasn't a fan of how things were now.

Hunter while cycling through his out of order thought process registered only after several people had gotten checked up that people were getting checked up. And other then one poor girl who got separated from the rest of them, things seemed good. He felt bad for her being singled out. He wondered what she had that made her stick out? Maybe she had a severe illness. Hunter tried to think of a few but as far as he could tell, he didn't know much that could apply nowadays without getting shot. He noticed a couple of the old guys have gone through inspection and where checked out good. So how hard could it be? If those old bastards could get through without a problem and be cheerful what could go wrong?

Hunter made his way to the man called Doc. "Let's just make this fast and easy alright? Not a fan of being so..." He couldn't think of the word. He wanted to say vulnerable, but couldn't get the word out. "Just... please lets get this over with..." He said trying to as least hostile as possible. Which apparently had been a very weak point for him that day, as 90% of what he said so far today has almost gotten him shot. He took off the robes with ease, not caring if he was naked or not, and let the examination take place. His blood was drawn, and he was given an update.

"Okay son, you have a tick. No biggie, don't pull it. We'll take care of it after we finish everyone else," Doc tells Hunter in a quiet voice before pointing over to the chairs off to the side where Amelia is sitting alone.

Hunter stood there quiet, not really sure how to react. A tick? He didn't see it as too big of a deal but he was definitely upset about that. "There's a fucking freeloader attached to my ear? Fucking give me a knife and I will deal with it myself." He wouldn't, but the idea sounded cool in his head. But he would comply. Getting his Orange band attached he walked his way over to the girl who also had an orange band. The entire way he had to resist the urge to pick at the annoying creature attached to his head. Hunter sat looking at the girl who also got separated from the rest. "So... What do you got?" He asked not really sure what to expect. "Surely it can't be too bad? We're still in the same room as the rest, meaning it's probably not deadly?" After he spoke he realized if she was stressed, his words may not help. "...I'm Hunter, The one who almost got shot for thinking out loud too much. You got a name? Or do you have a number for a name? Either is fine I mean... I don't care." Hunter decided now was probably a good time to shut up as his social skills were rusty beyond all reasoning. Which he probably should have gotten after he was threatened with being shot several times today by people with far more weapons then he.



Emanuel "Manny" Newman



Location: Motel Showers --> Quarantine
Skills: N/A





Manny was a little surprised to see the number of military in the rest room with them. Just three in this room alone, four if you included the priest. Manny wondered again if this would mean everyone would serve some form of active roll as military here in a combat roll, or some other form to directly support the military. Soon enough everyone started making their way off from the showers. Dressed in his new clothes into a room labeled Conference Room. This confused Manny, but then again what was really used as its original purpose? For all he knew this was where they kept a bakery with all sorts of baked goods. Though he was getting a little old for regular sweets and currently lacked the means for proper dental care he still had to do the best he could to keep his teeth in good shape. IF they had toothpaste and brushes here he would be up for the goods.

Manny was right that the room wasn't a conference room anymore, but was repurposed to serve new needs. Sadly even though it would be limited for Manny, it wasn't a bakery. It seemed to be their quarantine, or at least the recreation area for it. Inside it seemed like what his ideal living room would be, old arcade games, an old 80 inch TV with a VHS player, recliner chairs, a Pool table, it was a dream come true. "God I hope so. I could go for some actually decent music.Because if this what retirement is supposed to be like? Damn, I would have actually planned for retirement to be sooner in my life." Manny took special notice at the makeshift medical area. Seems that they were going to get blood drawn and they were going to take... a paper test? "I didn't think I'd see these again." He also got the pleasure of meeting Michael, or doc as the locals called him, and Miss Mary, or BS to those she wouldn't likely kill for calling her that. Manny was pleased to see another doctor present, especially with the means to draw and examine blood. It meant these people were set up for some pretty decent things. Manny might even be able to get back into practice as a dentist again!

Manny took his questions and sat near Alexander. He had little reason to believe these people were hostile, but it was still nice to be near someone he trusted. Giving the questionnaire a fast glance, he thought the questions were interesting. They were simple, but what good did it really do? It seemed way to easy to lie about the questions asked. Manny didn't have a reason to lie, but still. He wondered what else would follow?






Private Hunter James Monroe



Location: Motel Showers --> Quarantine
Skills: N/A





Hunter was surprised to see the amount of military in the showers, but it made sense in a way. If anyone would survive this mess it would the the armed forces. Eventually when everyone was cleaned off and changed into clean clothes they followed the priest into the next room labeled as a conference room. Hunter guess they would get debriefed here for what was going to happen next. Probably get locked in a closet for a week and then inspected to make sure they were still alive. He was... surprised to say the least to see what came across as a recreation room full of girls and doctors. It took him longer then it should have, but he put it together that these were the same girls from before, but cleaned up like the boys were. The doctors were probably here to do... doctory stuff. Which turned out to be correct as they mentioned drawing and testing blood.

Hunter didn't care about that to be honest. What he did care about was that these new people... seemed so relaxed... it scared Hunter. Were they all so confident that nothing was going to happen? That nothing was going to go wrong? There had to be a catch, he noticed the pool table. That meant that there is likely pool sticks. But what would pool sticks do against M4 rifles? Not a lot. But maybe stun one guard. He eased off a bit realizing, these people had the chance to shoot him a few times, but didn't. He would ease off for now, but he needed an escape plan in case something went wrong. When he snapped back to his sense he heard that the doctor here was also former military. How many former military were there?!

Eventually he was given the questionnaire to fill out. He found this... interesting. He also didn't like the idea of sharing his personal information. What if it was taken advantaged of? What if... he was put under trial for the things he has done? No, he couldn't risk it. He couldn't risk being confined like that. He would be careful about what information he shared with these people.




Emanuel "Manny" Newman



Location: Bus --> Motel Showers
Skills: N/A





Manny seeing Alexander talk the way he did about his faith made Manny feel better. It reminded him that just because there are some loud voices in the crowd, it doesn't mean that everyone in that crowd is with them. Alexander was proof of that, and it helped Manny relax a bit inside. Pulling up to what looked like a motel the bus stopped. Or at least it was a motel, no idea what it was used for now, it honestly could be a strip club for all he knew? Buildings rarely held their same purpose once the world ended. He remembered how his last medical office was a large garage, but it worked nice for what he needed. Chances are it was where they would be in quarantine. One person per motel room, it could work. Though they may just get cubicles in an office space that was behind the building and this parking area was the only that was used as a parking area. "God there is so much to learn about this place." Manny would join everyone exiting the bus and heading inside. Taking good note of the armed guards that were with them. Though many of them were from the Helicopter people from before. Manny told himself this was a good thing, they seemed calm and collective.

The lobby to the motel was nice. This room alone was better then anything he had been in since he was at Eden, and he imagined they weren't sleeping in the lobby tonight. Atticus explained things pretty clearly, girls with Daytona, and Guys with Atticus. They walked into a locker room that was fairly open, it reminded Manny a lot of his highschool years when privacy was a big "Fuck you" in school. Though that may have been just his school, they cut corners in budget everywhere. "And now a bunch of grown men get naked and shower in the same room together..."

At first Manny was hesitant to take off his clothes, he didn't know any of these people and he felt very... in basics exposed. He didn't like that at all. But seeing as how everyone else was doing okay so far with it, he figured why not? It was only a big deal if someone made a big deal out of it, and everyone seemed... at the very least okay with one another. Manny noticed another older man making comments after working with a bar of soup. Explaining how he knew what would happen if he reached for the soup where it was. Manny chuckled and replied to the man. He was trying to remember his name from the bus but sadly in his amazement of this community he has forgotten. "Don't worry there, you're not my type old man. And I am in severe short supply of booze. Sadly for you if I did have some, I am claiming first dibs." Manny said joking. Though if he did have something to drink, hard to say he would share. Maybe with Alexander, but that might be it. "Good luck shaving though." There was a man who asked about who had been in the military. Manny wasn't at any point though he did know a decent number growing up who were. He saw Alexander mention that he was, and Manny felt a bit proud of the man for speaking up. He knew those times were harder for his friend.



Private Hunter James Monroe



Location: Bus --> Motel Showers
Skills: N/A





Hunter was in awe from the town, though getting the reply about how everyone was at least a little crazy to have made it this far was.... actually relaxing. "Thanks..." He said trying to sound polite. Or at least not like an asshole. He kept to himself for the most part, with the exception of hearing someone else say the name Monroe. At that moment he looked up the bus and stood up. Had he really missed one of his family members? Were they close ones? Distant? He felt... more hope then he had since starting his search more then five years ago. Then she heard the woman who spoke their common last name say the words that broke his spirit. No Relation. Watching her motion towards him as he stood there, his hopes and dreams crushed right before him. He was speechless, not sure what to do... so he sat down again, his body seemingly unable to move. He felt stupid for letting his hopes get up so prematurely. He hated himself for thinking he had any chance. He felt weak when he struggled to hide his pain.

He was late to react when everyone else got off the bus, though he caught up fast, knowing he was already on bad terms with several people here. Some of which were well armed and waiting outside the motel that this Group was walking into. The procedure from here was simple, men and woman got different rooms to shower, put on the clothes they give you, toss the old, sounded familiar. Even if they got the things back. Though the hot shower seemed nice. Hunter couldn't remember the last time he cleaned himself off. Or was anywhere clean. His last group had mentioned he smelled pretty bad, but Hunter didn't care. He had bigger concerns at the time.

Hunter stripped pretty fast, not caring who saw him in complete nude. He was disarmed anyways, so might as well keep agility on his side. His lined jacket was a pain in the ass to get into the bag though. It was made to be stubborn and sure as hell, and it still was. Just in the wrong way. Taking off his clothes though revealed how starved the boy had been. Staying physically active with an average of less then a single meal a day for a few weeks now took its toll on his frame. By this point his ribs were visible, and even without his gear on his moments were slow. He soon stepped into the warm water and let the dirt flood off him. And god it was the most amazing thing he had felt in a long time. The rinse phase alone had turned part of the shower floor a dark brown and blacksish color from all the grim on his person. The soup eventually cleared that up, and helped remove a smell that Hunter hadn't previously known. "huh..." was all he had to add to that.

At one point he had noticed a weird old man doing some weird shit with a bar or soup. Hunter deciding he didn't want to get involved with the soap dude finished clearing himself up and grabbed his new outfit. It was comfy enough, though felt.... different. Hunter while still getting used to his new situation heard someone, a man in his middle ages he guessed ask who else was military. Hunter was not sure if he shouldn't answer. But if they were going through his shit they'd find the uniform eventually. "yeah, National Guard. How about you stranger?" He asked wondering more about his new... people.



Emanuel "Manny" Newman



Location: Bus
Skills: N/A





Entering the real life version of a science fiction airlock Manny could say with at least some certainty that these people have a decent idea how to stay safe. Alexander was right though, they knew what they needed to. Manny wondered if he was actually going to be as useful as he was originally hoping, with so many people he wondered what the chances that they had another dentist was. Alexander did ease some of Manny's thoughts, the ones that have the best experience and the best training and are familiar with the best equipment would be the military. Or what was left of the military. Manny still had fears about what the inside culture would be like, but at least they would be safe.

Before the bus left this real world version of an airlock a man came aboard the bus. It didn't take long for Manny to understand this man was a religious figure for the community, a Chaplain. The idea that the community was well off enough for this was pretty good in some regards, though Manny's personal experiences with religion have been... spotty at best. Though he has met plenty of nice people who were religious he has also met many who have hated him right on the spot before they got a chance to know him. "Okaaaay..." Manny said, trying to hide his concerned emotions. Manny was still excited about this new community, just anxious. He would try to stay positive about it.

Manny held his judgements for now, at first glance the new man who called himself Atticus seemed fairly nice. He explained what they
were going to expect from the next few days and how they would go about it. Quarantine, decent mean, new clothes? If the beds were better then an old blanket on the floor Manny would be more then willing to make this place work! Granted he would work without the bed if need be. When it was explained to them that they would be in quarantine for a week Manny wondered what it would be like. "Do you think they will pair us up in quarantine? Keep us in the same room? I mean it wont fit health standards, but even a community this large will have its limitations. Keeping almost fifteen people isolated from the rest of the community and each other takes a lot of space and resources." He wondered what it would be like, he hasn't been through it himself in any sense before, and he wondered if they would have any human interactions. Though if not, Manny hoped they would get at least books.

Once inside the walls Manny could see why things seemed to strict, they had so much to protect here. People were walking down the street as if things were normal still. It... Amazed Manny.

When the Chaplin came by to Manny for his name Manny froze for a moment. Still stuck in some of his mentality before the world fell apart. After what felt like forever he finally pulled out of it and spoke. "My Name is..." He was tempted to add doctor to his name as it was apart of his title, but he wasn't looking to stand out yet. "Emanuel Newman. But most people just call me Manny." He spoke in as much of a monotone voice as possible, and accepted his bag with a smile. He was going to assume Atticus was a decent person until proven otherwise.



Private Hunter James Monroe



Location: Bus
Skills: N/A





The sight of a Chaplin made Hunter feel a little more relaxed. His company had a Chaplin in it years ago before things went bad. Hunter always felt he was a good person who helped Hunter stay on track while in the military. He hoped for a long time that he made it out of that stadium, though he knew it was unlikely. Seeing this man now, Atticus, gave Hunter some relief. Then Hunter looked around, and saw he was the only one sitting alone. He noticed a few people give him a glance, but not much more. He stood out as the potential person to get shot out of all of them, and as the only one alone. Unlike the others, if something happened to him, no one would be there to back him up. He was no longer in a position to protect himself anymore.

He would need friends, he would need allies, he would need people who will back him up in situations. In his unit he had his fellow soldiers, but that went south too. Then the Chaplin came up to Hunter waiting for his name. "Uhh.... Hunter. Hunter Monroe." He said trying to sound Polite. He took his little bag and said a brief thank you to the man. Inside the walls however, threw Hunter off on a scale so harsh, he was pretty sure he had just lost his mind. There were personal vehicles, people working jobs, casual walking, people overall... exposing themselves to the world, care free. "Are these people... insane? The world ended years ago..." He was in disbelief to how these people were holding up so well. He had trouble grasping that people could actually be this safe and happy. On his list of things to do now, figure these people out, and figure out why they are willing to let themselves stay so weak.



Emanuel "Manny" Newman



Location: Bus
Skills: N/A





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. "God... I hope this isn't another military dictatorship..." 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. "I suppose as long as the government here isn't too harsh, this place could work Alexander." 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.



Private Hunter James Monroe



Location: Bus
Skills: N/A





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 "General" 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 "Independent" 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. "Well that answers that..." 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. "I wonder what we'll have to deal with once inside..." he spoke. Only realizing he was sitting alone a moment later. "Riiiiight....". 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.



Emanuel "Manny" Newman



Location: Bus
Skills: N/A





Manny was as giddy as a kid in a candy shop. "Oh my god we're going to a safe zone!" He was ready to meet all the people the world had to offer, he was ready to help anyone and EVERYONE he could, and he was looking forward to sleeping in at least a pile of blankets again. Though if they had transportation like this then surely they had cots or if he was really lucky REAL BEDS! Damn he liked that idea. Thrown on top, this place was so close to where he used to live that maybe he could actually go home at some point and see what was left? Maybe even find someone he used to know! Part of him trailed back to the stadium from the early days. How that had been overrun, and all the people that didn't make it out. But many would have had to have made it out. Part of him wondered if Susan might have been here. He knew the chances were slim beyond reason, but the idea still excited him. Though what would he say? Sorry for losing you in the parking lot?

He was doing it again. Dwelling on the past. Nothing would be the same, and he knew that the likelihood of meeting anyone he used to know was next to nothing. He needed to move on. Sitting himself and Alexander in adjacent seats he was ready for the long ride. The chair felt nice, the air felt nice, the overall situation felt nice. He hadn't been this relaxed since... he was in the fort. "What do you think this place will be like?" He asked Alexander, though openly enough so that others could answer if they wanted to. "Do you think that there will be a lot of people? It has to be a decent amount with just how many people are here to pick us up. And to not be concerned about our numbers right? I wonder where they are holed up? Do you all think it's an old stone fort? Or maybe a school or university? Oh my god... what if it's a Walmart... Those things have drop gates don't they?" Manny was giddy and excited, and he had a lot of trouble hiding it. He was ready to find his new home.



Private Hunter James Monroe



Location: Bus
Skills: N/A





Hunter didn't feel ready for this. These were new people who had the means to do some real damage if they wanted to. But Hunter got the idea, time to shut up. Even if it meant that he'd be separated from his dog. She seemed comfortable enough with these new people though, and if she could tolerate them maybe they can be trusted. Once his gear was turned over, and he was pat down, he made his way to the bus. He found the vehicle to be a little over the top for his liking, but if it kept the dead out then he was happy with that. What he wasn't excepting was an actual working AC unit. He had found cars int he past that had them but the cars had suffered so much wear and or sat so long that the AC units went. And they tend to be a pain in the ass to fix too. "wow..." But now, he was in a confined space with a lot of people he didn't know and was now disarmed. He was anxious now and it was starting to show.

Hunter made his way to the back of the bus so he could keep everyone in his line of sight. This helped him relax a little but not as much as he would have liked. He sat, watched as each person entered the bus, both of his hands clenching his seat. What if everyone on this bus was infected?! What if everyone was in on it and decided to turn against him? Could he take them all? Maybe a couple with his back against the wall, but not all. But what then? They had Izibell?! Even if he got out of here they had his dog... So for now, he would behave... fearing for Izibell. And who know, maybe this place was going to be okay. Maybe Izibell would be fine. And who knew, maybe his family had been here this whole time? Maybe on their way to their old camp grounds they were in his situation and were safe and he would see them again. He smiled at that thought, the idea of seeing his siblings again was nice. The idea of seeing his parents and grandparents again was amazing. He just... needed to get through this. How hard could it be? Act nice, play along, meet the people, and if they turn out to be what he thinks they are he will fight his way out. But so far, he felt okay in the idea that he wouldn't have too.
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