[h1][center][color=007236]Hunter Monroe[/color][/center][/h1]
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Hunter was in and out, what he did know was the two were in a jewelry store, that the infected were trying to get in, and his face hurt like hell. "[color=007236]My hands will be fine.[/color]" He moaned in response. "[color=007236]Face hurts like hell.[/color]" He pointed to his forehead. "[color=007236]Not here...[/color]" Then to his neck area. "[color=007236]Not here so much.[/color]" then he pointed to the part of his face where the metal bits had placed themselves. "[color=007236]But right here.[/color]" He dropped his hand and laughed a bit, then looked at who he was talking too. A small girl barely as high as his waist. How the hell did she pull up the strength to get him in here? She didn't seem that old at all either. "[color=007236]And you're probably too young to get the reference...[/color]" He complained as he laid his head back. Then he realized, he just gave this kid permission to operate on his face. He was pretty beaten up but his injuries could wait. He stood up, still in pain but both his legs worked fine. "[color=007236]We need to find a way out of here, that door can only hold back so many infected before it'll cave in on us.[/color]" He looked at the young girl, she reminded him of his youngest sister. So young, so innocent. "[color=007236]You have a name? Or shall I just call you kid for the rest of our lives?[/color]"