[@Aintitfun1997][@Alina13]

Well... Now they were asking about him. Krystyn was one, she was the one asking about names. She pointed out the dog, Buddy, and her friend Justine. "[color=007236]Hunter.[/color]" He was trying to act decent, though he was still skeptical about being around new people. Even more so now that the world was just taken a turn for the worst. At least in some people's minds.

Justine asked him about going to his place to sort out the thoughts they had. Or at least to help plan their next move. Hunter could turn them down, leave them out here and forget he ever saw them again. He still had the shotgun in his hands, it could work. He was tempted to as well, but something stopped him before he made a move for the gun. "[color=007236]Give me a few moments to let me see what's causing the grinding in the engine then why not![/color]" He said as he threw his hands into the air. "[color=007236]I have to pee too, so if you want to pee with in the next twenty minutes to forty minutes do it now.[/color]" Hunter put the shotgun back in the passenger seat, then he proceeded to grab his duffel bag from the back of the truck as well. Revealing the .22 rifle in the back. Which he soon grabbed as well. 

Hunter went to the side of the road, did his business, then went to the truck's engine attempting to figure out why it wasn't working right. Like usual. He kept the .22 on his back in case there was trouble. It was the only one of his guns with a sling and it was light weight, so why not? Though the gun didn't matter once he realized he has no idea what is wrong with the engine. It was grinding before but not as bad as now. And Hunter wasn't experienced enough to determine what was wrong. Though if need be it would still drive.