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

Hunter weakly walked his way down the old roadway, his pump action still still in his hands. Fearing how people react when in times like this he never seemed to let go of it. Sometimes he wished he wasn't so scared of what people could do, then maybe he would have set down the gun in his hands for a bottle of water. Food would be nice, but water was the big thing he was worried about right now. His body felt weaker and weaker with every step he took.

After hours of walking he came across a gas station. The place seemed pretty rough, but it was his best chance at finding water. Though the building itself looked in worse condition then the road it was on. Hunter slowly crept his way past the wrecked cars, if need be he could check later for one that worked. But now he needed water. With the windows and doors shattered he just walked his way in with his gun raised. "[color=007236]Hello? Anyone Home?[/color]" He looked around for a moment making sure the place was clear. And as for people, it seemed clear. Though that seemed to be the same for supplies. The shelves were ransacked, hard to say when, but with nothing left really he was going to have to search long and hard for something other then broken glass and dirt.

Hunter eventually found a broken bottle of Gatorade. Only had a few sips inside of it, but this would also be the only thing he has drank today. He set down the shotgun and placed it on the counter as he started drinking the energy drink. He finished it like there was no tomorrow, which with out this it may be. He looked at the broken piece of plastic in his hands. "[color=007236]So, this is my life now huh? Good thing I spent all those years in my sucky schools for this.[/color]" He laughed a bit before standing up. Everything was so empty, so... dead. He was starting to wonder if he was more scared of people finding him or of him never seeing another person again.