Micah J. Stubbe

	He raised his rifle, slowing from a job to a walk, moving forward and aiming his gun at the unarmed man.
[color=9e0b0f]"We'll keep names to ourselves for now, you try to run and I'll put a bullet in all three of you, got it?"[/color]
	He asked as he closed the distance between the two of them, his finger at the ready, not on the trigger but near it, however much he wanted to keep them alive, if they were hostile or infected, he would be morally forced to put them down like a sick dog. As he got closer, he lowered his rifle to bring a cigarette to his mouth and light it, still keeping the rifle aimed towards the man's feet. He suddenly stopped, about five feet away from the man, the rifle trained on his chest.
[color=9e0b0f]"Either of you infected?"[/color]
	He demanded in a quiet growl, if so, he would have to assume the child was with them and kill her as well, and he didn't know if that was something he could do, he'd been lucky and never had to kill a child before, and he wanted to keep it that way.