Hunter would wait for the alarm to stop inside the trailer, in his lap as he waits his shotgun. He sits watching the door, he can hear the infected outside. "How long can that alarm go for?" He would say in a muffled voice. "It's weak so the battery should die sooner or later but still! I mean how many cars still even are in decent enough condition to do anything like that! And I hit the one car that still has a working alarm! I mean...What the hell?!" A thud from an infected could be heard from the side of the trailer. "Shut up corpse I'm busy thinking!" It would thud again.

Hunter would speak under his breath "Even when the dying car alarm stops the infected may not leave for days, I don't have days worth of food left." He'd look at his shotgun. "I may have enough shells to fight my way out? But if more come then I may use all my ammo trying to get off this thing." He'd look at the gun again "But it wouldn't be the first time I had to survive with out bullets, you can survive with out bullets, can't survive with out food."

Hunter would stand up loading his gun and slinging his bag and rifle. He would creep out the opening int he roof of the trailer and look around to see maybe 20+ infected. "Well then...More then I thought." Most the infected were rotted pretty well, Mostly older ones. He would jump onto a near by car to soften his landing, But as soon as he lands the roof of it caves in and he falls though. "...crap...Next time...I hit the road..." He would turn his head and see an infected pinned under him in the car. "CRAP!" Hunter would fire the shotgun into the head of the infected, the slug running through the car into the road. He would look around and see the rest of the infected drawn to his gun. "...Note to self, get quieter gun." 

He would start running down the highway, sometimes having to dodge the infected that would try to cut him off. Their were more then 20, maybe more then 30, maybe more then 40 even. Hunter was keeping pace, his training int he national guard kicked in, He kept pace weapon in hand and keeping his thoughts strait. Though he would get tired, Every human does. When out running infected it wasn't that bad, But Runners...Too many from this pack were runners, Out-running them wasn't an option.

Hunter stopped and braced his feet aiming his shotgun. He'd fire one slug at a time dropping each infected as it came close. Click click, BANG, Click click, BANG, click click, BANG, click click, BANG, click click, BANG! This would work for a while, but he had to reload sooner or later. And the gun was loud, His ears were already ringing, and more infected would be here soon, Every thing with ears fore miles could hear that gun. So he stops shooting and keeps running, He would run off an exit ramp and do what he could to keep pace, But hunter wasn't in the same condition he was in when he went AWOL, he has eaten less, He didn't exercise anymore, He did cardio but that wasn't enough, He was weak compared to his old self.