[H1][center][color=007236][b]Hunter Monroe[/b][/color][/center][/h1]

Hunter lost his train of thought when he heard the motorcycle stop, the he soon picked up the shuffle of the dead. He knew the sound all too well, every step he heard as they wondered inside reminded him of the past two weeks fighting his way through the city. "[color=007236]Shit, holy shit![/color]" Hunter grabbed his rifle and reloaded the mag, took him a solid moment to find one that was loaded, he had many empty ones in his jacket. In fact, when he left the modified refugee center, he was carrying about 12 mags? plus what he had picked up form his partner after he died, he was nowhere near that now. 

Hunter held Sarah back. "[color=007236]I'm the one with the combat training and the rifle, let me go first, and you cover my ass if things get bad got it?[/color]" He really didn't wait for a response, he just didn't want to risk the life of the first friendly person he had seen since the refugee center.

Hunter forced open the door and as soon as he opened it a man fell in [@Desire], Hunter wasn't sure much on him so he pushed him to the ground as he fell from the door. At first Hunter held the rifle pointed to him, the he heard the dead behind him. "[color=007236]Sarah! Watch him![/color]" Hunter turned and started firing the assault rifle into the dead. He knew he should have been quieter, though there was too many dead, and in a tight space like this he would be dead trying to use his axe. As he left the door way he saw more coming up the stairs, at that same moment he started seeing flashbacks.

At first the flashbacks were just of the early days, the national guard converting the base into a refugee center, using about a third of the original population, as the rest were dead or AWOL. More images soon flashed, then more, many of his brothers in arms, many of the starving people trying to get food, his friends all scared of the world outside and inside the fences. Then the same word started repeating in his head. "[i][color=ed1c24]FIRE! FIRE FIRE![/color][/i]"

Hunter switched the rifle to fully automatic, he had the marksmanship skill to take out the dead on the stairs with a few well placed shots, but he was panicking now. Hunter held down the trigger unloading what ammo he had left of the magazine into the few walkers on his flight of stairs, and into the wall behind them. He had killed 4 walkers with about 21 bullets before the gun stopped shooting. It was at that moment when he had realized the position he was in, out of bullets, more dead coming, and more people then he wanted to deal with. "[color=007236]Shit...[/color]" he said frozen in fear.

[@CandiBarr]