Hunter sucked at making decisions, in fact he hated to do it at times. Always worried about making the right one. "[color=007236]Look, before we do anything I need to get the truck back to the camp, I am low on fuel, I need to get more water, and before I do anything I am getting more ammo. Only brought enough for a simple run.[/color]" He started to pace, keeping his hand on the .22 slung on his back. "[color=007236]Look you guys, it's getting late. We got out now in this piece of shit truck we're going to get screwed from the noise alone. I do think it's a good thing you're willing to go look for your friend, but dying being stupid won't help anyone! So if you want to go back now well it's getting dark, go ahead, I wont stop you. But I won't be able to help either. You can even take those guns you found that have been sitting in the debris for who knows how long![/color]" 

Hunter's heart was racing, he rarely raised his voice but he felt certain if the they all left tonight they would die. "[color=007236]Your next option, get some rest, clean the guns you do have, figure out what you're doing before you're forced into a situation where one wrong move will kill you.[/color]" He was breathing heavy now, a bit panicked as well to be honest. Once he calmed his breathing he closed the hood of the old truck. He wished it was in better condition but it would still drive. "[color=007236]It's already later then it is when I am back to my camp, and that is still a 20 minute drive from here. I want to get moving so I can get settled in before it gets much later then it already is. If you want to come and think out your plans go ahead, if you want to go back now there's an old ford Focus down the road. It's in pretty bad condition too but it'll drive you into town. Not sure about out but in it will. Keys should be under the passenger seat.[/color]" He opened the driver door and sat down, just sitting and breathing.