Their was a nice two story house in a nice peaceful neighborhood; Except for the gunshots that started 2 minutes ago. Hunter ran out the front door, his hunting shotgun in his hand. He had blood on him, he was hurt with his other hand on his stomach. "Shit, shit!" He heard the sirens, they were getting closer. He was still bleeding, but he had to run. No way he could claim self defense with his shotgun and his own pistol on him, over 4 miles from the repair shop that he stored them in. His only hope was he had no direct relation to the people.

Hunter made his way to the ocean, no one was around so he threw in his pistol, and his shotgun as far as he could. Hunter limped down the beach for a couple miles and when he made it back to the resort, Amelia was gone. Did she go to stop him? He had to let her know what had happened, that he had stopped them.

He made it back inside the resort, people gave him looks as he tried to keep the bleeding under control. He made it into the elevator and waited for his floor. His vision was going black, his hearing fading. He was passing out and he knew it. He tried to make it back to his condo but he passed out a few feet from the doors. Out cold, still bleeding.