[h1][center][color=007236]Hunter Monroe[/color][/center][/h1]
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Well, he seemed to be gaining their trust. Which Hunter felt guilty about because a moment ago he was debating on killing them for their food. He felt like shit for thinking like that, for getting desperate enough to have to think like those he had encountered. "[color=007236]Well Jasmine, Mila and Jace, it's a pleasure to meet you all.[/color]" He did a really poor bow to the family. Then leaned himself back up. "[color=007236]Name's Hunter. And you all got lucky today, too many people if they were in my shoes would have taken the shot on you.[/color]" He turned to face the store. "[color=007236]Might not have much, if anything. But if it has something we should be good. And it has a lot more cover out here.[/color]" He turned to face Jace. "[color=007236]Cover we can use to avoid the real bad guys.[/color]" He said smiling. 

But he thought about the store a bit. How many other people have thought the same thing? There was always a chance of people inside, always. Maybe that was why the family was out here instead of inside a place they didn't know. "[color=007236]Look, I'm gonna go see what I can find inside the store here. Come if you want, or don't. But I am pushing my luck with what I have left.[/color]" He looked Jasmine in the eyes. "[color=007236]I may need to load the gun again, I promise I won't use it on you or your kids, but there's no telling if there are any people inside. And if there are people there's no way of telling how they will react to my handsome face upstaging them.[/color]" He said calmly before heading to the store.