Emanuel "Manny" Newman
Manny was glad that Nikki had some joy from his comments. He was nowhere near the physical fighter he was almost fifty years ago but it was nice to get a laugh out of it. "I don't think I could hold my own against Maddoc in a hand to hand situation anymore. Skeet shooting? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curios how that would go down." He smiled. Moments like this brought what youth he still had in him to the surface and it also served as a nice ice breaker. "I do suppose you're right though. I don't work with security or safety. I'm fine with being arguably the best dentist left on the planet." Likely by default, but that was apart of the humor of it.
Nikki took the real news about as well as expected. Manny let her speak and say what she needed to say. The better Manny understood what her thought process was the better he could help her with this. This was worst case scenario and the situation Manny would struggle with the most. She couldn't see the practical reasoning to learn these things in school. "I suppose you are right." He spoke in a completely relaxed tone as if she had a point to be considered. "I suppose there is nothing I can do to change you mind on the matter. I know when I was your age there was nothing my father could say that would make me change how I was doing things." He paused for a moment deciding his next words. "I simply don't know you well enough to motivate you. The best I can do is warn you of some of the struggles you will face if you decide to brush off your work now." He grabbed the papers and looked through them a bit, opening to a page with the incomplete math work. He turned and showed them to Nikki. "Do you know what those in administration and among the officers will think if they see this kind of stuff on your work? A lack of dedication. Commitment. An inability to problem solve. It wont matter if it's true or not. But as a member of security your responsibilities will be greater then a grade. It will be people's lives. These tests we give you serve more then to test your knowledge of topics. It's also a test of character." He sighed setting down the papers. "This information also isn't meant to be useful or practical now. It's simply impossible to teach and prepare people for every possible situation that may arise. It is meant to be a foundation of knowledge to make tasks and problem solving easier throughout your whole life. Not just the short term. Even this, the undead. It's short term. Someday there will be a day where the living outnumber the dead again. I don't know when, but it will happen." It could be years, it could be generations. But Manny did believe humanity would recover from this. The only advantage the dead had was their ability to take punishment and a total lack of arrogance. Humanity held the rest of the cards, and when push came to shove were pretty decent at setting aside their arrogance..
Manny took a moment again. If he fucked this up it could only make things worse. "I'm not saying you can't do it. In fact out of most of the students I think you're one of the few who could probably get through this world without giving a damn about your education. My hopes aren't as high for some of the others. What I am saying is that you will be faced with a whole other set of complications and problems if you don't. You and others your age will already have countless challenges to face that no one in history has had to face before. I am simply asking you to try and utilize every tool we can give you to make these challenges as easy as possible. Or at the very least, give you as many options to deal with them as possible." He took a moment to look through her papers again before looking back at her. "We're here to help. All you have to do is work with us. And if not us? There are others who can help. Some who have gone through school here, others who have gone through school in the old world." Manny stopped at that. He was referring to his world. One that existed only 6 years ago. It visibly took him back for a moment. "But in the end the choice is yours anyways." Manny would help her however he could, but he could do nothing unless she wanted the help.
Hunter MonroeLocation: Administration
Hunter sat a moment, concerned he had fucked up again. After some notes were taken Gunny had decided that he had heard enough. Hunter looked sick for a moment. He had fucked up and now he was about to lose what little he did have left to him. He sat there mouth agape trying to speak, but his ability to speak had been crushed and he froze. Then Gunny stepped around the desk towards Hunter. Was he preparing for Hunter to put up a fight? Then he spoke. HE was staying. He had to get his act together, but he was staying. He'd be back working tomorrow and he would have to be on his best for 60 days. Two months. He'd be outside again, he'd see people again, he'd see Izibell again. Hunter stood up as Gunny offered his hand. Hunter at first did back off from the gesture. Hesitant. He had to remind himself there was no malice at play here. Hunter reached out and accepted the handshake, the motion of which felt awkward for his hand. It was an odd thing how your body would find itself being uncomfortable with things you haven't done in a while. It was a weird train of thought, but he figured the last time he did shake someone's hand was likely while he was in basic training. Six years. "I uh..." He was still fumbling his words. He put his other hand on the handshake and reorganized his thoughts. "Thank you..." He spoke like he was struggling to believe it was really happening. He knew it was, but it was hard to see it happening now in front of him.
Hunter took his hands back slowly. Not out of caution, but because the shock of the situation was still taking up a lot of his thought process. "I'll uhm... I'll do better. Thank you." This step was done, and now he was onto the next. That's how he had to do this. One step at a time until things were okay. His next step? Get through these 60 days. That would involve a lot of mending work to what relations he did have. And trying his best to fix what hostile relationships he had formed. He had no idea how he was going to pull that off though.
He looked at Freedman, then back at Gunny. He was at a loss of words, and he was at a loss of what he was supposed to do now. He didn't start work until the next day and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't on edge about getting himself in trouble. "uhm so... so what now?" The way he figured it, Izibell was likely locked up inside someone's room the poor girl. Anyone he may talk to was likely working at the moment as well. He also had no idea what he could do in the camp while not working either. He had less then two days outside of lockup and had no idea what was going on in the camp proper outside of rumors he had picked up from the medical staff.