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

Despite being one man, Hunter had a collection of listening posts to watch over a collection of clans that have spread themselves out over the city. This particular one was a relatively small one not too long ago, but recently the population has spiked for it. Now, he believed there were enough people in this one to be a considerable threat. Then again, so were many of the cannibals groups, and the bandits... and the people who keep trying to raid his supplies. Unlike most of the groups that seem to be a reasonable threat these people seemed different, they didn't seem hostile... they have actually welcomed people into their group. Most groups that seemed to welcome others in they may not be seen again, but he has seen a few of the new people over and over. 

Tonight what got him off guard was someone was actually outside alone in the dark. If his weapon had more range he could in theory take her out, but at this range all he would do is make a loud bang and maybe break some glass. He would have no reason to do this, but he likes to know his options if things decide to take a turn for the worst. Now he wondered if there was someone else out here as well that was watching this place as well, that started to scare him now more then these people. But she was alone, part of him wanted to go down and say hi, anther part of him wondered if she was armed and would kill him if he got close. He felt safe with the shotgun tied to his back, but that was two shots that he would have to remake, two shots that were not easy to remake. Then he considered the value of a human life compared to that of a single bullet, or collection of scrap metal that fires from a barrel.

For now, that didn't matter. What mattered was staying alive, and with this group being most active near his main point of operations this was the group that mattered most to him right now.