#ermano

It felt like it was impossible to avoid the news of what happened - if even Ember heard about it, and she only arrived recently, so not a lot of people who would go to her to tell her about the tragedy, it was indication enough that the ripples were going through the settlement.

It was such a mixed, weird feeling for Ember - but if there was one thing she's learned over her life, no matter what happened, people need to eat, but making food is the last place on most people's minds. So one way she could help - go to the kitchen, get things rolling and feed whoever comes inside.

She couldn't sleep, so it was relatively early when she arrived to the community center, so she expected to be alone - except when she passed by the bar, suddenly realizing that soembody was sitting in the dark by the counter and she actually, physically jumped from surprise, reaching for her--

"Fuck!" But it was just somebody sitting there, with a glass in his hands. Ember pressed her palm against her chest as she took a couple of deep breaths before taking a step into the darkness, her eyes adjusting. "Ermano?"

"Oh, don't look at me like that." Ermano is doing his Muppet face – well, technically speaking, he's always doing that face. It's hereditary. But the Sam Eagle similarities are especially striking at the moment given his heavily furrowed brows. A face she recognizes not only from here, but from DC, specifically when they'd gotten to the tougher parts of those sometimes grueling interviews she'd put him through.

They're directed at Ginny once again, now, those heavy-cast brows. She'd been dispatched to the cells to bring the new arrivals food and water... but mostly to gain some information. Rarely is she above prying, and maybe she'll get there once the two folks in cages warm up to her a bit, but she's not there yet. "I'm trying to be at least a little polite to kick things off. They've got to trust one of us."

It was pitch dark, but her eyes have gotten used to it by now and Ember was moving slowly but surely, her hands hovering over her weapon at all times. It was a quiet night, no zombies in sight, but she's seen enough to know never to let her guard down.

She's seen signs of other people around in recent days, but what she hasn't expected was to bump right into a wall - it was rare and precious and at this point Ember didn't have any real assumption that she'd get into one, but finding this here, around the place where her father was last seen, maybe...

Location: Outside the walls

It had been a pretty slow day patrolling outside the walls, already noon and Clint had only come across two biters, nothing to write home about, he took them out with his knife pretty easily while Luna stuck close to the wall out of harms way.

Kicking the dirt and rocks as he made his usual rounds around the perimeter, he thought about some of the things that were discussed during the council meeting, he couldn't remember what they were called but it was a different kind of group that had been making themselves known. Before he was thinking about joining the raiders instead, thinking he would be of more use out there, but with this news he had a feeling the more bodies out on the wall, the better. After a few minutes he stopped when Luna nudged his calf and alerted to some rustling bushes, Clint readied himself, taking the six inch blade from his belt and letting his body tense only to let that all fall away when he saw Ermano's figure slip out from behind he brush. "Ermano?" He asked and sheathed the knife again. The man had always managed to intimidate him, he was so stoic and serious it was hard to get a read on what he was actually thinking. In the short time they spent together, that being the tour when he was first processed and the orientation period to start working outside security, regardless the mans presence made Clint feel like he had to stand up straighter and drop his accent, not that he was going to, but the urge was there. "Christ Ermano, th' Hell'r y'doin' skulkin' in th' bushes like that?" He questioned his surprise evident in his voice, glad he didn't pull his gun to shoot first and ask questions later.