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

The days were getting warmer, and getting brighter. Hunter liked this for a lot of reasons. The main one being that he didn't have to carry as much as he did before. Things like heavy coats and other winter gear he didn't need. He also would not need as heavy of a blanket soon as well. Though his car wasn't too far off it was still more then a days walk from where he was now. A huge downside to the warmth though is that the infected would become more active now that they were not frozen stiff, though he wondered if the extreme summer heat would cause them to rot fast enough to make the next winter as simple as keeping warm? Didn't matter right now, right now he just needed to get through the day.

He sat with his shotgun resting against a window frame. It's effective range, even with the most narrow chock he had on the gun, was about 30 yards. Which wasn't terrible, but he had seen a lot of shotguns that people could hit targets more then 50 yards. Slugs could go further then that, but his target wouldn't need a slug to go down. Just a few taps from the pellets in the chambered shell and his target would drop. He sat at the window looking down the barrel, lining up the single peg to his small target, a wild turkey. If he got this and cooked it right that would be fresh meat for days, maybe weeks if he did it right. He was never successful in getting one in the past, even before all hell broke loose, but now he had one in his sights. Normally the suburbs would not be known for turkeys, but that was months ago, much has happened since then though.

He had his finger on the trigger ready to shoot, but didn't, something was off. He took a fast glance at his surroundings and saw something moving. Something only slightly bigger then the turkey. It had to have been about a block down the road, but he could still see it. It was eating something. Hunter retracted the gun. There were risks to shooting now, he could see at least one infected. He had walked the area a bit to make sure it was clear but this came in from somewhere, maybe whatever it was eating now had brought it here. No point in trying to shoot it, he had less then 40 shells not including the training loads (Which he knew wouldn't kill the infected at a range further then point blank even if he was lucky). With that, it was out of range and distracted on... He couldn't see what... But it was small. Very small. But not a person... 

As he looked around a bit more he saw more movement, it seemed like infected at first. But their movements seemed too... organized... smooth, focused. Alive. That was the word he needed. Alive. He got up slowly, knowing he wouldn't be able to take this turkey today. He started to sneak his way over to the new people. He stopped once the infected creature gave chase, it was a dog of some kind for sure. It had chased the new people to a house, basely being stopped by a simple front door. A few more moments and the dog would be in range, his surrounding area was still clear enough to maneuver. But with all the activity that wouldn't be the case much longer. He found himself stopping though, if he decided to stop and help these people, to shoot the dog and send its bits flying over what remained of the grass, then what would happen next? What if they were armed too? What if there was a horde of infected around the corner? He considered this when he was going to shoot the turkey, but not these people came here and had brought in who knows what?

In the end, he decided the risk was worth it. He still couldn't sleep at night, and he still had the shotgun. He didn't see any guns on the, from the distance, but maybe they still had a pistol. If he was lucky they didn't, or maybe it would be unloaded, or maybe none of them knew how to use one. He did, barely but he did. If they were hostile he had his improvised combat training, and if they were not he could use allies. If there were infected in that much of a mass there would be no avoiding them now anyways. And having the help to get out would be better anyways.

Hunter got closer to make sure he was within the effective range of his gun. He was about 20 yards now, one, maybe two shots should drop the beast. But one should do it if he was smart. He still didn't see any other infected, so if he shot he knew he had at least a couple moments of safety before he He'd do a slight whistle to get its attention first. If the beast was drawn to him it would be easier to hit it as it got closer and was moving in a strait line. He would wait until about the ten yard mark to fire his first shot. If for whatever reason that didn't drop it and it decided to keep going he'd fire a second round but closer to make sure the thing was dead. Then if the creature didn't get drawn he'd just walk closer to shoot it. Why take the chance when eh didn't really have the bullets to spare? If all was well and done he'd try to great the survivors and try and convince them it was a good time to leave.