[h1][Center][color=007236]Private First Class Hunter Monroe[/color][/center][/h1]

Hunter started walking out of the building, the small object he picked up seemed to be a .38 bullet. It wasn't in the best of condition but it still looked like it would fire if he had a gun to use it in. He put the bullet into his satchel, where he kept a bunch of other loose ammo that wouldn't fit his guns, among other things. 

He left the building with his rifle in his hands, he fired the shot from his sawed off so he had to be ready for anything at this point, anything from more dead to hu--. [color=9e0b0f]"Pow!"[/color] Gunshot, out of instinct he turned around with his rifle aimed. The next few moments seemed to pass in a mere second for him. He turned just in time to see the infected his the ground, and to notice the figure armed with a pistol. If it wasn't for his training he may have stopped to thank the person. Though in the heat of the moment his one second continued, he saw the gun and his natural instinct was to return fire.

Hunter fired the shot up at the woman taking out a huge chunk of the frame. He stood still holding his rifle as the women went down. Though he couldn't tell if she went down for cover or if she was hit. "[color=007236]Oh shit... Oh fucking shit![/color]" He threw his rifle on his back. "[color=007236]Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm so sorry![/color]"