[h1][color=00a651]Hunter Monroe[/color][/h1]

Hunter walked into what he soon learned to be a small apartment. He had his hatchet in his left hand and his shotgun in his left hand. It wasn't the most Ideal weapon but in a bad situation it would get the job done. Naturally he went for the kitchen first, he wasn't expecting much, especially since the door was already unlocked. He put the hatchet back into its loop and set the shotgun on the counter. 

Hunter opened the cabinets, empty. He went to some of the lower ones, also empty. He wasn't expecting much but he checked the fridge, it wasn't empty but the smell was so rancid he didn't get the chance to go through it to see what might have still been edible. He took a deep breath and went back into the fridge, then after about 20 seconds he backed out shutting the fridge and taking a deep breath. "[color=007236]Oh god, this place just keeps getting worse and worse.[/color]" He considered what food he had left in his bag, it wasn't much. Actually, he was almost out, maybe one more meal out of it, two if he was careful. 

Humans can survive a decent amount of time with out food depending on physical activity, though he was very active. He was carrying heavy gear, walking and running all the time, and fighting the dead with a hatchet. He needed what ever he could get his hands on. He sighed as he grabbed the fridge door again. "[color=007236]I hate my fucking life sometimes.[/color]" He opened the fridge, going for another try to find anything that may have lasted, he didn't have to stay nearly as long this time though. Soon enough he found something edible.

Hunter backed out of the fridge holding one of those extremely preserved sausages, similar to the ones you might find at Christmas parties. "[color=007236]Damn, I'm awesome.[/color]" He put the piece of preserved meat into his pocket and stood up. "[color=007236]Room still smells like crap though, hope I'll never have to do that again.[/color]" He turned to be face to face with one of the dead. Before he could react he was sent to the counter, knocking a bunch of random items on the floor, then soon himself, with the walker on top.

He was pinned, his hatchet was on his side, and no way he was going to be able to reach it in his situation. He didn't want to be too loud but he had no choice here, though his rifle was still on his back, pinned under him. He attempted with all his strength to push the dead guy off him, in most situations he would be strong enough, he just lacked the leverage to move him. He looked around for anything to use as a weapon to faze the infected. 

To his left he saw the sawed off shotgun. Still loaded, in arms reach if he was careful. Keeping the infected propped up with his elbow he attempted to reach for the gun, then he felt it start trying to tear through his uniform. Any second the thing would be through gutting him as he attempted to reach for the gun.

Once he grabbed the gun he pressed the barrels against the infected head. "[color=9e0b0f]BOOM![/color]" The double barrel fired both barrels leaving almost nothing left of the thing's head. He breathed heavy, the shot would have been muffled a bit, but not by a lot, he had to leave. 

Hunter stood up and grabbed his gear, as he stood up he noticed a small object on the ground, out of instinct he grabbed it and ran, he could check it out later.