Shoe Thief

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: Eden, Hallway past Wraith and by Fitness Center
Skills: Handguns, Shotguns, Fast Reflexes, scavenging

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The situation seemed to be doing okay, they had killed several of the cultist where they stand. Despite the issues that presented themselves. Like another victim he had chosen to let die, so that he may save the other. He had made a judgement call that had picked one life over another, thinking that one was worse then the other. Or maybe deep down in his subconscious something had told him that there was no saving that boy, that doing so wouldn't do any good, and that he was dead anyways. And trying to do anything about it, would only get them both killed. Maybe he had gotten so used to picking who got to live, and who got to die, that it didn't even register in his mind when he went to his knees. It would make sense, making on the spot decisions like this is something Manny had been forced to do a lot since everything fell apart, and people started dying from all sorts of things, just do to a lack of the proper infrastructure or the lack of the right skilled people. That seemed to fit in his mind. He wasn't sure then, but he now has that idea of what if he had gone for the boy instead of the girl? Would it be the boy up and moving now throwing home made bombs and taking charge of this makeshift band of troops? Would that be happening while the girl lay in a pool of her own blood because Manny failed to get to her in time?

he hated to think about these things. It drove him mad for days when he was in situations like this. Chances are he would think about it until it happened again. Until more bastards like these hurt more people, and Manny had to do the work of a surgical team with only his two bare hands on an old wooden floor. Until more bastards like these hurt people just for the hell of it. Until more bastards like these got into power and find even more creative ways to hurt the people he cares about. He was going to make them hurt for the things that they had done to him, and for the things they had done to others. He was tired of being the last one left.

Manny made his way to one of the bodies as the group moved up, and yanked a pump action off one of the bodies. Much newer, and much nicer then the one he had had before, much newer, and even better, the poor bastard who had owned it before, had spare shells on the stock. Manny loaded the gun until it was loaded full, and still two more shells on the stock. Manny wasn't sure how many shells it held, but more then four. He was also much better with this then a pistol anyways. He was ready to charge in guns blazing, though he stopped to think. He felt himself becoming irrational again, he almost ran in blasting his gun at anything that moved, just so he could get a slight feeling of revenge for something this group didn't even do? Granted they weren't good people either, but he couldn't afford to go into this situation without being level headed. He needed to take some deeps breaths, calm down, and follow the leads of the people who actually have an understanding for combat better then himself. Manny Eventually moved forward, sights aimed down the hall, ready to shoot at anything that qualified as another Bastard.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: Eden, Hallway past Wraith and by Fitness Center
Skills: Handguns, Fast Reflexes

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The girl Manny had just tried to fix up had more or less ignored him as he asked for his guns back, but she didn't say no? What really got Manny was that she was tearing apart an MRE? Manny had seen those around a lot at his time in his old community, but for the most part they were food items, he wasn't sure what she would find in there? He was trying to remember, didn't some have matches? Maybe that is what she was looking for? Then she started to pack some of the items into a thermos of some kind. "Isn't this a really bad time to be working on drinks and mixes? we're being shot at here!" She then closed the drink ware and threw it. Manny would be lying if he said he didn't chuckle a little after a moment. It reminded him of a Quote from years back he read. He didn't remember it word for word, but he remembered something about a pumpkin.

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After about two seconds of dozing off, there was an explosion from down the hall that took Manny by enough surprise he almost fell over. "HOLY SHIT! What the fuck did make in your drink?!" Manny made a mental note to never let this girl serve him alcohol. By the time the shock left him Alexander had given Manny his revolver back. It felt nice, familiar, powerful. He felt stronger then he had in a while holding that again with his group of potential allies. "You wont regret this Alexander." Manny smiled for the first time that day. Things were looking good.

By the time he got to the fire fight itself several people from Eden have been shot dead, many got just as distracted by the blast as Manny had. He was glad he wasn't as close to the fight as they were now. He eventually took up a position at the corner looking down the hall ready to fire at anyone who showed up. "Ill provide cover fire, seems clear for now but we need to keep moving. We stay still much more they may loop back and surround us." He didn't know what numbers the people of Eden had, but it only took one to flank. With that, maybe there was a second team of people somewhere here to cover this group of people he was with?

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: Eden, Hallway past Wraith and by Fitness Center
Skills: General Medical, Fast Reflexes, General Surgery

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There were many things that Manny did not enjoy, he wondered if it was age that made him sour to things so fast, or just the fact that people were sometimes frustrating to work with. On that list of things that annoyed Manny were people who were arrogant, and this young woman who despite being shot with a high powered rifle, and decided to help an attack on a fortified compound with a band a fraction of the size of the compound, is refusing to let Manny do much more then stop the infection and slow the bleeding with his favorite belt. Truth be told, he mostly wanted a reason to get his belt back, her bleeding was slowed to a safe point. And his clothes haven't fit him right since he left his last community, his belt was his best friend when it came to fitting in his own clothes.

Granted, he was still worried about the girl's lack of care for her own injuries. Maybe the adrenaline was keeping her focused elsewhere. The firefight was still pretty harsh down the hall. He almost didn't want to look, but chances are more people were hurt and things were only getting worse by the minute it seemed. He had low hopes for this missing getting accomplished, granted, he was no master general. He was an old doctor who loved to target shoot. But thinking about it, if the battle here is a loss for the people he is with, he would be recaptured. There is to telling what they would do to him if he was captured again, they may kill him, if he is lucky. Or he may go into a worse torture room then he was in before. Though, what is worse then fighting people to the death for amusement of others? Manny new there was worse though, just with what he could think, there were a lot of things that he alone could do that could be deemed worse or more immoral then what he had gone through. Manny likes to think he would never cross that line, but thinking about these people, they would.

The girl asked for a lighter and the bag, Manny lacked one, but soon after a small explosion from around the corner, the other girl ran over to the pack the first aid kit came from and give it to the injured one. Though he saw blood on the standing one now, he was... concerned. She had the pack now, but no lighter, unless there was one in there. These people seemed organized, so that was good, but he wasn't sure how well that would be if they all died. "Look, if you're not going to take my medical help, I want my guns back. Something that shoots well and true, I have no intentions on going back to these assholes and seeing what they have in store for me." Manny had low hopes for getting a gun at this point, but they were low on fighters, and Manny wasn't the best, but he was a decent shot. And if he was in a position to be captured or killed, he would rather be killed then go through something worse then what he already has.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Jaredthefox92 No worries, we aren't going anywhere ^_~

@Lady Amalthea

Or are we? Isn't Mexico a plan? Or Florida? Or why not Canada? Canada is a great place to hold out the end of the world. I have spent hours proving this.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: Eden, Hallway past Wraith and by Fitness Center
Skills: General Medical, Fast Reflexes, General Surgery

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Alexander went through the travel bag confirming a medical kit, now Manny had something to work with, and a way to make sure that at least one of the two could live. If that. "Thank you..." Manny said hesitantly, not really sure what he thought about the situation overall still. He was still treated as a prisoner, and the people here seemed ready to kill him off at any time. He was unarmed, getting tired, and sore, he needed a break, but unless this group was one of many they would be heavily out numbered, and Manny didn't see things going much better.

He didn't find much, just some ointment and some aspirin, though the girl seemed fine enough, he was in a hurry now to save her life. She was stable now but for how long? If more people got hurt would he be able to pull off much more then he had already done? Soon enough, the last two girls ran off to continue the fight, Manny didn't like that idea either. They didn't give off the impression of army rangers or navy seals. Then again the only military people Manny really knew were kind of assholes to him, so he figured they could fit the bill. He understood their distrust, but he still wasn't a fan of it. So he would have to make the best of it for now.

He applied the ointment as carefully as possible, his hands were not clean, nor did he know if these meds were still within their recommended shelf life, but something would be better then nothing. Once he was done with about done with that, Alexander had moved on to help the others when gunshots started to go off, Manny was getting anxious now. Though now he was alone with a wounded that they seemed to care about, at this point if he wanted to he could take her gun and use her as a hostage to get out. Everyone of these group members seemed ready to kill him at any time. Though, if he did that, how far could he go? He had spent most the apocalypse within stone walls with armed guards, and enough ammo to wipe out a horde. Mostly. BY the time he finished, he decided against this, if she recovered or he got any worse, he would lose a fight, and all these gunshots would draw infected, though he didn't like the fact that he was working on someone alone while in a building full of people shooting and dead bodies. No telling what may happen.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: Eden, Hallway past Wraith and by Fitness Center
Skills: General Medical, Fast Reflexes, General Surgery

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The blood was getting worse by the second, Manny made a choice to go help the girl first, she seemed worse at first so she would need to be stabilized sooner. It seemed like the most realistic way to help them both. Manny dropped to his knees yanking off his belt and preparing to tourniquet her arm. It wouldn't do much for the shoulder wounds, but it would be a start. He tried to get the girls attention. "You are going to need to trust me here, you're dying and I lack the supplies I need to preform anything major on you." He took the belt, she cooperated enough that he was able to attempt and slow the bleeding, though the first attempt was useless, there was so much blood, so much... the belt came clean off. He tried again using more brute force to hold it then he tightened it so it would stay put this time.

There was yelling, everyone was starting to get scared, including himself at this point. "She'll hold until I can stabilize the other one." He was about to get up, when the other girl who's name still slipped his mind mentioned that the male was dead. Manny did his best to not let it show, but this was probably for the best. Attempting to piece together two people with next to nothing would be nearly impossible. Especially with most likely being the only doctor of this small group. He got that impression from the yelling. Healing up one person though with one doctor and next to nothing, the odds were noticeably better. But without a basic surgery kit or first aid kit, he wouldn't be able to do much at all. His patient said something, he didn't make it out at first, he was starting to have trouble focusing now. But looking at where she was looking, bag clicked into his mind. "Bag! Someone check the damn bag for a first aid kit, it's the only way she will live through this!" He went back to trying to keep the bleeding minimal. The makeshift job he did would slow, and she wouldn't bleed out soon, but something more permanent needed to be done.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: Eden, Hallway past Wraith and by Fitness Center
Skills: General Medical, Fast Reflexes, General Surgery

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The man holding him at gun point eventually started to relax, especially after Manny had removed the revolver he had on his person and set it down. The Fellow Baby Boomer said he preferred to be called Alexander, he could respect that. It sounded more official, more powerful, Manny wasn't that kind of person though, part of the reason he kept mostly to his nickname. What Manny wasn't a fan of was the fact that Alexander was refusing to let him help the wounded from his cell until the fighting was done, claiming that Manny was still a potential threat while Alexander was alone with him. Manny thought that was foolish, as Manny was pretty sure he was older, and honestly at this point winded, and had disarmed himself from his weapon that his new guard didn't know about. But in this situation he didn't have too much room to argue, he was getting too tired to put up much resistance.

Manny almost started listing off the many years of his medical experience and his many degrees to make a point about him being a doctor, partially out of being a little irritated now, and partially because he knew he would be more useful being active then he would be sitting with a gun to his head. Though at this point it wasn't really pointed at him, and was lowered, still ready to aim and shoot if Manny moved wrong. He had seen people do this many times before but had rarely been on this side of the barrel. before Manny had a chance to start making his rants the gunfire picked up again, from the sounds of it some kind of assault rifle, sounded almost like one of the military ones, the M16's maybe. Though M4s were popular now weren't they? Truth be told, Manny didn't know the difference, nor did he really care. They both did the same work in his mind. Make holes in people that Manny would have to find a way to patch up with limited to no resources.

Manny noticed the look in Alexander's eyes fast though, and thinking about it, Manny didn't see any rifles in his group of people that fit the description of one of the military rifles. It looked mostly like shotguns and pistols. Manny was starting to understand the fear in the fellow survivor's eyes. Unfortunately for Manny, he would have to try and prove his skills in the medical field in a way that would be less then optimal, or maybe even possible. Manny ignored the comment about shitting pellets from the scared old man, now it was time to work. Manny got up and followed Alexander to the scene of the massacre. Manny noticed three people on the ground, the one with the M4 rifle, and a man and woman who looked like they had been shot, it seemed that this small band was starting to get smaller.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: Eden, outside of Wraith
Skills: N/A

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Now first woman past him, the one who had first pointed a gun at him, and the one that they seemed to call Navy, started giving orders, but things seemed to be going okay. As the situation progressed more and more people showed, none of them shot him but they all seemed open to the idea of shooting him. Before things escalated he set the shotgun to the side slowly with both of his hand visible, last thing he wanted was to get shot in a world where the ability to treat a major injury was almost non existent. "I am not a fighter, just a doctor, no need for hostilities." The room behind him would differ, but if things had gone much differently he would be one of those dead bodies in the room behind him. Though, the thought of one of them turning during this seemed to make him uneasy as well, especially if these people did not trust him enough to let him be armed.

Most of the group passed him to clear the rest of the floor, while The Fellow Baby Boomer watched over Manny and secured the stairs to the floor below. He assumed that was the case, having a horde of walkers roam their way up the steps would be a bad thing to happen right now, or more of these sick bastards attempting a flank on them. He hoped they had thought of that, being surrounded here was probably the worst thing that could happen, especially since the attacking force did not seem as big as Manny had thought. Manny wondered how things would be if the entire floor was watching that stair way and the couple hallways near it. It would be a blood bath, guess they really took them off guard. Or maybe there was more to it then Manny was understanding, he wasn't a Master General, just a simple survivor attempting to not get executed.

One of the other girls, Beatrice or Thalia, he wasn't sure yet, he just knew that those two were those names, ended up calling him a bitch, which Manny did a slight chuckle too, thinking about the literal meaning as female dog. He did his best to hide it. Once the other survivors left it was just Manny and the other old timer they called Alexander. "Guess it is just you and me then." He joked to Alexander, though he needed to be a little serious, and stay calm, he was barely a prisoner, if his guard thought he was hostile Manny would be shot. "Before we go much further, there is a .357 in my belt behind me, I am going to reach for it so I can set it down. Alright?" He slowly reached one hand behind his back and slowly placing the revolver on the ground in front of him. Then Manny moved in clear sight of the old man who he had now locked eyes with.

Once Manny had his hands locked together behind his head he prepared the words he was going to say in his head. "My name is Emanuel Newman, most people call me Manny. I was taken prisoner by the locals and.... they held area fights in the room behind me. One of the guards got sloppy, I got his gun, and worked things from there. I am not the only survivor of the arena though, just the only one with the mental state left to fight." Manny felt it a little hard to speak, he hated the idea of attacking people, even if they were possibly the most evil people of the remaining world. It was still hard for him. "There is a high chance that the guards in the room behind me may turn, it could be hours but I can't stop thinking about it. Are you up for helping em take care of that? maybe help the other survivors? if they can be helped..." Manny had seen plenty of cases where people were just too far beyond help. Most of those cases he would be able to put them in an improvised ward, but whenever something would get into the complex he was working out of they were normally some of the first to die. And he didn't really have a place to put them if these people didn't decide to help. Or if they didn't have a place either, then he wasn't sure what he would do.

Manny looked back to Alexander. "Alexander right? Or do you prefer Alex? either way, there are people that need help, and as one of the worlds few remaining doctors, it is my job to help them to the best of my ability. Even if that is just determining that there is nothing I can do for them. They were here longer then me, and seem unresponsive for the most part other then simple reflexes." Manny would wait for a response, and would do his best to not provoke his new guard who seemed less likely to shoot him then his old ones. Granted, they were dead now.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: Eden
Skills: Fast Reflexes,Shotguns

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As Manny fired his initial two shots, things went all to hell, gunshots going every direction possible, people running all over, Manny wasn't even sure his shots hit anything. By the time he processed what was going on there was a woman charging him, he lifted his gun to shoot again but before he pulled the trigger parts of her skull exploded everywhere, and from what he could see parts of her back as well. "Jesus Fuck!" He screamed. Despite several people just dying at his hand, this seemed harsher, could that be because she was shot in the back? maybe it was because he wasn't shooting this time, and was an observer, either way, it made Manny feel uneasy. Though he didn't realize how much in danger he was until the girl dropped, and there was another girl looking at him with a shotgun aimed at his general direction.

When this registered to Manny a single thought went through his head. "My luck with woman never seems to go well does it?" When this registered though he took cover, not wanting to lose his face to a scary woman with a shotgun. "Shit, shit, shit." He said quietly. Now he was forced into a corner, in a room with no defenses to speak of, and two shells in the shotgun. Though, she killed the Edeninte that tried to charge, though he wondered if she was going for Manny or the woman, either way, she didn't seem to be with them. He had to take a chance, because if they were not friendly, there was no way he could hold this room with its few defenses, limited ammo, and his poor endurance, especially if he wanted to save the others in the cage. If they were saveable.

Manny stuck one arm out of the doorway, holding the shotgun just below the pump, to try and act non threatening. "DON'T SHOOT! I'M NOT ONE OF THEM!" Granted, if more shots went off he could in theory retract his arm and be ready to make a last stand. Chances were slim but maybe if it was one shot per person, he could hold the room. Assuming he lasted long enough to do that. If they didn't shoot, it would be Manny's best luck since he left his old community, maybe he could even find a place to set up shop again, help people from a real place of operations, or he would just get shot and bleed out, that would suck though.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: Wraith
Skills: Fast Reflexes, Pistols, scavenging, SHotguns

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Manny was able to reload faster then his shooter as he wasn't too hurt, and he was still able to keep focused while in a tense situation. Once the .357 was loaded again he fired three times, with almost a solid second between each shot at the Edenite. Shot one took a piece of his arm off, it was rather gross but Manny had seen worse, shot two missed and cut through the door, shot three his the guards chin and proceeded to exit the head through the back of his cranium. Manny had little fear of him turning into a walker after that. Once it was over he used the keys to open his cell and make his way to the door to lock it, though like most interior doors, the lock was cheap and could be forced open by a single determined individual. He would take the gun on the last standing guard, and old pump action shotgun and tried to consider his situation.

First, he reloaded the revolver with the last bullet, he had 4 now. Just like before he arrived, then he checked the shotgun that his guard had, five shells. With the revolver in his waist band and the shotgun in his hands he felt he could hold for a while. He didn't find anymore on the now dead man. It was an older pump action, pretty good in close quarters and had good stopping power. He found a simple corner not far behind the hinged side of the door, figured it would give him the chance to shoot first once it was broken open. It was poor cover though, and his ammo would run out fast in a fire fight. He sat low and took aim, he was sore and had blood on him now. He hoped the fighting would end soon, Manny was malnourished and tired, and hand to hand fighting was not something he was able to do as well as he used to be able to.

He sat only for a few minutes before he decided he didn't like this plan, he had limited cover if people came charging in, and the people in the cage were very exposed. In his current state, he wasn't sure he could move them all before he got too tired to fight or before he was found out. He moved from his position, keeping the gun aimed at the door, and he slowly unlocked it. With one hand opening the door and the other one ready to react if someone was on the other side he decided to peak outside, at least try and see what his situation was. One side he saw another guard, who was standing over what was most likely a railing to a stair well, and in the other direction seemed to be a door. Manny didn't dare venture out far enough to see what was on the other side out of fear of being caught and shot. If the attackers of this compound though decided to move up on the stairs, he might be able to take shot pot shots off at the guard and either kill or distract him. Though at this range, buck shot was going to be very limited. It's effective range is maybe just a few yards before the guard.

Gunshots soon range out, the guard changed positions to return fire on someone, Manny noticed gunshots going all over the place and blood, the fighting was close, and based on where the guard was, he was probably not one of the attackers, so Manny took aim and used the doorway as cover. Even though he was just out of effective range, some of the spread shot should still hit, and at least either get him to panic and move, or maybe even disable him. Manny would fire two shots back to back with the shotgun, pump it to make sure a shell was in the chamber, and fire again if the guard turned on him and tried to fire. Manny would keep firing as the guard would keep aiming, and if they stayed down he would hold fire and stay in his door way, checking over his shoulder to make sure no one came from behind him.