Shoe Thief

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After running for a while Hunters foot landed in a pot hole, his ankle twisting. He would fall with a scream dropping his shotgun, it then going off and landing out of reach. "Dammit!" Hunter would try to stand to grab the gun but fall from his damaged ankle. "Crap...Crap crap CRAP!" The nearest runners would be upon him, he would turn and fire his M1911 into the closest one. he would turn and fire into the next one dropping it, he would turn and fire two shots at the last one, the first missing the next hitting it in the head, the close runners would all be dead. "Dammit, too much noise, way to much noise." Hunter would stand with a limp and grab the shotgun trying to keep balance.

After limping for a short way his eye sight would start to fail him, he was passing out. "Not that hurt...Blood loss?" He would look at his ankle and see what looked to be glass crammed into his leg. "Crap...Need to find rest." The screams of the infected were close, Too close. "Suburbs, only way I can hold out for the night, or the week. Huh, decided to fight so I wouldn't starve, Now I'm likely to starve because I can't walk." Hunter would limp down the street, Moving from cover to cover, avoiding the sight of the infected.

"How could I be so stupid!" he would say under his breath. "After that first shot I should have ran back into the trailer, or waited till morning in the first place." Hunter would sneak his way into a yard of a fairly maintained house, It seems safe enough to hold out for a night or two, or a week. Hunter would limp with the shotgun still in hand, Though too weak to hold it up correctly, it sages facing the ground being held with one hand, The other holding his injured leg. His hearing almost gone, his eye sight almost completely blacked out, his strength failing, he keeps trying for the door. He would walk up to the door but pass out before he could enter it. Before he passes out completely he just hopes that none of the infected are smart enough to make there way into the yard.

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Hunter would hear the shot on the roof. "Yup...people..the dead don't shoot guns, If they did we would be screwed dog." He would look to his pack where his toy dog is strapped in. "You still want to go up to that?! Damn dog you're nuts...Though...food would be nice." Hunter would work his way up the stairs, his shotgun aimed and his finger on the trigger. "Hello? Any one home?" Hunter would keep the gun aimed up the stairs.

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Hunter would be don the street not far from the office building, This time hearing the shot. "Ya I know dog, I heard it too. Check it out?! What part of not getting shot did you not...Fine we can go check it out, But if I get shot again I blame you."

Hunter would leave the building walking quietly with his shotgun in hands, trying to avoid the dead as they walked around him. After walking the short distance Hunter would be just in sight of the office building. "Hmm, Could be a trap, could be nothing. Though, could use more food. Yes I know if I put some of the bullet supply to start hunting I could have food that way, But do you know how to skin an animal? Do you even know how to hunt? No? Then shut up dog." Hunter would walk into the building aiming his shotgun around, pointing at anything that made a sound. "Nothings going to sneak up on us this time."

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Hunter would wait for the alarm to stop inside the trailer, in his lap as he waits his shotgun. He sits watching the door, he can hear the infected outside. "How long can that alarm go for?" He would say in a muffled voice. "It's weak so the battery should die sooner or later but still! I mean how many cars still even are in decent enough condition to do anything like that! And I hit the one car that still has a working alarm! I mean...What the hell?!" A thud from an infected could be heard from the side of the trailer. "Shut up corpse I'm busy thinking!" It would thud again.

Hunter would speak under his breath "Even when the dying car alarm stops the infected may not leave for days, I don't have days worth of food left." He'd look at his shotgun. "I may have enough shells to fight my way out? But if more come then I may use all my ammo trying to get off this thing." He'd look at the gun again "But it wouldn't be the first time I had to survive with out bullets, you can survive with out bullets, can't survive with out food."

Hunter would stand up loading his gun and slinging his bag and rifle. He would creep out the opening int he roof of the trailer and look around to see maybe 20+ infected. "Well then...More then I thought." Most the infected were rotted pretty well, Mostly older ones. He would jump onto a near by car to soften his landing, But as soon as he lands the roof of it caves in and he falls though. "...crap...Next time...I hit the road..." He would turn his head and see an infected pinned under him in the car. "CRAP!" Hunter would fire the shotgun into the head of the infected, the slug running through the car into the road. He would look around and see the rest of the infected drawn to his gun. "...Note to self, get quieter gun."

He would start running down the highway, sometimes having to dodge the infected that would try to cut him off. Their were more then 20, maybe more then 30, maybe more then 40 even. Hunter was keeping pace, his training int he national guard kicked in, He kept pace weapon in hand and keeping his thoughts strait. Though he would get tired, Every human does. When out running infected it wasn't that bad, But Runners...Too many from this pack were runners, Out-running them wasn't an option.

Hunter stopped and braced his feet aiming his shotgun. He'd fire one slug at a time dropping each infected as it came close. Click click, BANG, Click click, BANG, click click, BANG, click click, BANG, click click, BANG! This would work for a while, but he had to reload sooner or later. And the gun was loud, His ears were already ringing, and more infected would be here soon, Every thing with ears fore miles could hear that gun. So he stops shooting and keeps running, He would run off an exit ramp and do what he could to keep pace, But hunter wasn't in the same condition he was in when he went AWOL, he has eaten less, He didn't exercise anymore, He did cardio but that wasn't enough, He was weak compared to his old self.

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Hunter was aiming through the scope of his rifle watching the people on the roof. "Damn, If I didn't know better i'd say they were an old married couple. Could go down and say Hi, But last time I tried something like that I got shot." Hunter would rub an old scar on his shoulder. "Nope, Not getting shot again." He would pivot the rifle on his tripod looking over a few streets. "Some one has been shooting a lot of round i'm guessing, The infected are too...Active." Hunter would look over the group of infected roaming its way to the commotion. "What ever is going on must be out of sight, and must be out of ear shot from here." Hunter would look over to a stuffed dog, "Told you this was a poor spot, sure we are high up but the shape of the buildings here are just...they make hearing anything beyond a block a pain from this high." He would look away from the toy dog then look back. "Don't give me that look!" He would wait a moment. "Fine, fine, we can stop at a store for a while and loot more useless crap if it really makes you feel better."

Hunter would take the rifle off the tripod and fold the tripod into his bag and sling his rifle onto his back. "Crazy? Me? Why would you say that?" He would stare at the toy dog again. "Because I talk to myself? That's the stupidest thing I've heard in months." Hunter would strap the toy dog onto his bag and grab his shotgun. "I know I haven't seen people in a while, or at least close up, But people are asses, They shoot you, they rob you, and they shoot you! Not for me boy." He would start walking to the door way of the room. "Just because I talk to you doesn't make me crazy. Yes, yes I mean it. It's not strange for a person to talk to a dog." Hunter would start going down the stairs. "Well at least I can shoot a gun with some accuracy. Then again you can't shoot a gun at all... So I win! Hmm, Should do something about the herd though, We could fire a shot and draw its attention? But then we would need a way to avoid them... We can figure out something" He would keep walking.

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Wow someone found the page and used it! Feel free to start Role-Playing! I got something started but it's just something to get things going. I like the Bio, Definitely original compared to Bios like mine.

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FIRST NAME: Hunter

Middle Name(s) (Optional): Zeke

LAST Name (Must have Last Name): Monroe

Nickname (Optional): Dead Man

Gender: Male

Age (Between 17-25): 23

HEIGHT: 6'1"

Weight: 158

Personality (Optional): (Gemini covers it pretty well)

BIO (Optional): Coming from a military family Hunter has a weak collection of combat skills, some are better then others, But never actually being in any form of military his strongest skills lay with in his electrical engineering, He graduated collage at the top of his class for electrical engineering. When things got really bad he went back home to look for his sister, only no luck. He spends his days now looking for her.

Weapons (Keep them light. THEY'RE on the move a lot.): Pump Action shotgun, bolt action Hunting rifle, .45 handgun, and an ax.

Skills: decent shot, Electrical engineering, hand to hand combat, Can work on improvised situations.

Strengths: fairly strong, Is protective of allies, Does what he can to get along with people.

Weaknesses: socially awkward at times, has trouble staying focused, Has a tendency to not shut up in bad times.

Outfit (Optional): Camouflaged jacket and pants, with a white undershirt, or jeans and T-shirt.

Theme Song (Optional): Don't let them see you cry, By Manchester O.

Other: Main goal is to be reunited with his long lost sister.

(Still new to the site, sorry if this is not up to par with a lot of people)

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Hunter is alone walking down an elevated highway. The highway is littered with cars, all in too poor condition to even hope to start. Hunter would have his rifle in hand and his shotgun loaded on his back. He stays careful keeping his feet away from cars. He can smell the rotting flesh of the dead, only problem is he can't see anything fresh enough for that strong of a smell. The towns around the highway are quiet, normally means that people activity has been minimal in the area for a while.

Hunter hears a noise behind him. He aims his M4 in the general direction but makes sure not to stay too focused on the spot of the sound. After a few moments of not being able to find the source of the sound he stops looking, assuming it was an animal. Just in case he keeps his rifle handy. When he turns an infected jumps off the roof of an old truck landing on Hunter discharging his rifle into one of the cars. In the same moment the cars alarm starts to blare. The sound echos for miles in the quiet district. Hunter manages enough strength to push the infected off him, the creatures blood spilling all over the place. When the creature is pushed off Hunter gets a decent look at the thing, It's an old infected, infected in the early days maybe. It seems to have loss use of one of its arms, rotten blood is all over its mouth. The thing is rotting from the inside out, puking its own guts out.

It doesn't take long to dispatch the creature, One good shot to the head and the infected drops. Some infected a handful of shots to the torso will ensure they stay dead, But a head shot is the only thing that can make sure.

Screams of more infected can be heard in the distance from all directions, Some sounding bigger then others. Hunter runs into a trailer of a near by truck. After closing himself inside he turns on the light to his rifle and looks around inside, lots of crates, and some beds. This trailer was used as a camp, recently. Setting down his rifle Hunter grabs his shotgun and takes aim as he explores the rest of the trailer.

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Name: Hunter Monroe

Personality: Defensive of the people close to him and of what is his. Puts on a huge ego but is actually just a calm person who tried to fit in.

Physical Appearance: Stands at about 6'1" with a fair muscle build to him, With medium brown hair and dark brown eyes. Both arms are lined with scars from past battles with his enemies.

Family: Both his parents died during the beginning, His only remaining family would be his sister.

History: In his early 20's Hunter joined the national guard to serve his country, after things fell apart he went AWOL to go home to find his sister, His only remaining family. His education is minimal because of dropping out of collage but his skills with a rifle more then make up for it in today's world. Hunter has a lot of survival skills that he was forced to teach himself. But his main goal is to find his sister, dead or alive he must know.

Skills: Hunters Skills include some electrical engineering skills from high school, Average Hand to hand combat skills, and rifle training in from the national guard.

Gear: M4A1 Carbine, 12 Gauge pump action shotgun, M1911, Improvised radio, Camouflage uniform, some spare changes of clothes, some basic survival gear and an ax.

Goal: To find his sister, or at least know if she is dead or not.