[h1][center][color=007236]Hunter Monroe[/color][/center][/h1]

The dead started to close in on Hunter, Todd, and the new person. If they were smart they could take on the undead around them. He took aim with his rifle and fired a shot, severing one's head into pieces. Then he fired again, grazing one but it still kept going so he fired again. Then again, then again. The fifth shot is when things started going wrong. He fired his rifle for the fifth time, but the thing was already pretty beaten up. "[color=9e0b0f]BOOM![/color]" The rifle went in his hands, the chamber exploding out the side and pieces of the rifle scattering everywhere. "[color=007236]FUCK![/color]" Hunter screamed as the pieces of the rifle went into his hand and face. 

He fell to his knees screaming with blood coming from his hand and face.  He knew this wasn't the time to panic, they told him how to try and ignore pain in training but he couldn't do it, his face was burning, he could see the blood. He was scared to die, he was scared of getting eaten. He was scared over all.