[h1][center][color=007236]Hunter Monroe[/color][/center][/h1]
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Hunter heard the Jace ask if he was a bad man. Hunter kept walking but he truthfully didn't know the answer himself. He wanted to be a good man, but he was worried the stress of everything going on was turning him into someone that he didn't want to be. Hunter eventually made it inside the store where he finally loaded the shotgun. He didn't want to do it in front of the family. They were already scared enough of him. He didn't spend long in the store, but the amount of time he did spend proved that he like everyone else was desperate for something to drink. He found a bunch of loose edible things, but nothing that could could hopefully drink from. Eventually he decided he was going to die without something to drink at this point. He was already weak from dehydration, and only getting weaker.

Hunter walked into the restrooms to find them even worse then the rest of the store. All the sinks and toilets were either destroyed or were so unsanitary he would get even worse trying to get water from them. He kept exploring. Soon he found a maintenance area, those usually had access to sinks, or even ice machines. Something had to still have water. He attempted to open the door, locked. He set down the shotgun and he tried to ram in down. That failed. After a couple tries he lost his patience. He was out of breath, his mouth dry, he was losing his mind. He wasn't going to survive this long only to die from not drinking enough water.

Hunter picked up his shotgun and took aim at the door. One way or another he was going to get in. But he hesitated. If he fired the gun and the family was still close by what would they think? Would they think he killed someone? Would they think he would try to kill them? He can't really blame them if they did though. He wasn't sure if Jasmine saw Hunter aiming at her, but he did. "[color=007236]FUCK![/color]" He screamed as he started beating the door with his gun. Before long the handle came off, letting the door open with ease. Hunter stood for a while before he had enough in him to look though the maintenance section of the store. Soon enough, he found what looked like a shower with a hose on it. He turned it on and let the water flow for a moment. At first it was brown and in no way sanitary, but before long it started to clear up. By no means perfect but, water. He started drinking all he could, until he couldn't drink anymore. He started looking around for something to hold more in. Chances are this was only water left over in the pipes, the pluming right now was in poor condition, but the water was all he cared about.

Hunter grabbed a bucket and started filling it. After it was filled he grabbed his shotgun and put it on his back again. Even though he didn't pull the trigger when he spotted the family, he knew that there was a good chance he would have. Especially if he hadn't had luck in finding the water. He did the best run he could do, he was going to make up for his wrongs. If the family was still close he could try and make sure they had enough. Even if they decided to not be near him, the water was the least he could do for what he had done.