So Hunter was in a situation where he could be honest about not having a clue about what is wrong, or he could imply that is was just really screwed up. "[color=007236]The truck in basics is a piece of crap, it's old, it's been owned by at least 4 different people, maybe more, and was in need of repairs before everything went wrong. It will drive but it may break down if we push it to hard. SO in basics no long trips, and going up hill may be a problem if it is too steep. And going to fast or to many sharp turns will screw us over. Brakes seem fine as far as I can tell though.[/color]" He looked through the engine, yes he wasn't a mechanic but he could tell it was pretty bad. Justine soon asked about a weapon she could use. Hunter had two guns with him now, the .22 on his back, and the twelve gauge that was on the passenger seat. He still didn't know how much he could trust them.

Hunter closed the hood of the truck. "[color=007236]Look, we'll head to my camp, we'll rest for a bit. Then if you want after that I will give you a ride to help you find your friend, sound good?[/color]" He said as he worked his way to the driver door. "[color=1a7b30]Because truthfully I don't like the idea of sitting on the side of the road with a truck that may or may not start.[/color]"