Hunter would hear the shot on the roof. "Yup...people..the dead don't shoot guns, If they did we would be screwed dog." He would look to his pack where his toy dog is strapped in. "You still want to go up to that?! Damn dog you're nuts...Though...food would be nice." Hunter would work his way up the stairs, his shotgun aimed and his finger on the trigger. "Hello? Any one home?" Hunter would keep the gun aimed up the stairs.