Hunter walked up the the main gate, he still remembers the first time that he came through it. Then again every other person here probably did as well. Everyone had a story, some a bit more interesting then others, some a bit much for others to handle. But we all had the same story in a way, we were alone, and we needed somewhere to call home. This was home, Hunter was ready to do anything and everything to help out for it.

He grabbed his tool kit and walked back in. Lots of events going on int he parking lot but he was short on time. He ran by all the people and into his room, he placed down his tool kit and ran down to the kitchen, the stew was going to start burning any second now. 

The stew was fine (Or at least what qualified for Hunter's cooking). He used the large pot so their should be enough for everyone. Unless one has the appetite of the Hulk...Then he may need more...

Hunter turned on some wireless headphones and started dancing in the kitchen like if he was in an intense party. He enjoyed his job, he wasn't the best at all parts but he was good where it counted and he took pride in it. Though dancing with the mop in the kitchen may have looked a bit weird.