Hunter held his dad's twelve gauge in his hands, even as he went down his hands went for the gun instead of the bag over his shoulder when he fell. Walker? Was he so reckless as to run into a walker?! But no, when he was able to get sight on what he ran into he knew it was no walker. It was a living person! And he still had the shotgun in his hands.

Hunter stood up and took aim with the gun locked on the girl's head. He was speechless, he was scared, his heart was racing, he had to make a choice. It didn't take him long to realize there was two of them. Two of them! He wasn't sure if the other girl had noticed him yet but he had, and he wanted to make it clear he was in control. But he had lost the ability to speak. So he just moved the sights of the shotgun to the other girl, then rethinking the fact that the first one was closer he pointed it at her, but what if the second girl was armed? he turned it back to her. But what if she wasn't? These thoughts went through Hunter's head for a solid five seconds before he saw what was behind them. The dead.

"[color=007236]Dammit...[/color]" The first time he had spoken with other people around for days. He untrained the gun from the two and took aim at the walkers entering the store. [color=9e0b0f]*BOOM!*[/color] The twelve gauge screamed as he fired at the closest one. The pheasant shot ripping the torso to pieces as it flew back. "[color=007236]Run dammit![/color]" He screamed at them as he ran for the back. Out back was his truck, it was still fueled and he still had the keys. The question was if he could trust them?