Hunter drove the beaten up truck for what was supposed to be 20 minutes, but soon turned into 34 minutes. Which isn't too long, just gave him less time to prepare for the night. Near the end of the drive he pulled onto a small dirt road, the bumps jerking the truck on every turn. But at the end of the dirt road was a pond with a small clearing around it. And on the entrance side of it was an improvised camp, with a really small camper set up, a home made fire pit, and a table, with one chair and a bench made from a fallen tree.

Hunter pulled the truck to a stop with in the site. "[color=007236]Alright! Few rules that I need to go over. And don't complain about them because so far they have worked great. First, if you need a place to go, the camper does not have a rest room, I normally went in the field but that's not going to work now. So you guys will be forced to go in the woods, just watch out for the traps. Most of which are set up at least 15 feet inside the tree line. SO up to that point you should be safe.[/color]" He stood out of the truck and grabbed the shotgun, placing it on the table. "[color=007236]There are also only two beds, one of which I have a ton of equipment on. I can clean it up but someone has to sleep on the floor.[/color]" Hunter thought about it for a moment. "[color=007236]Actually, I'll take the floor, you guys can have the beds. Just let me clean it off first.[/color]" He then took the rifle off his back. "[color=007236]I want the guns on the table, for two reasons. One, I do not know you guys well enough to have you guys with the guns in the same room I sleep in. Two, I want to take inventory of what we actually have. Once morning comes you can have them back, then you can do what ever you have to do, I can even give you a ride as I go in for my next run.[/color]"

He looked around the camp. "[color=007236]I am going to need to get more firewood, I have enough for tonight as long as we don't go too crazy, you shouldn't have to worry about the infected as much out here. The only ones from the houses int he area are already dead or were gone before I got here. As long as we are not screaming or blastin' shotguns we'll be fine. If need be we can use the .22 with out having to worry too much.[/color]" Hunter was attempting to take charge to keep his little corner of the world safe, but it didn't take much to tell that he was having a panic attack on the inside just talking, let alone giving out rules. That he had no way to enforce.
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