Shoe Thief

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Private First Class Hunter Monroe

Hunter started walking out of the building, the small object he picked up seemed to be a .38 bullet. It wasn't in the best of condition but it still looked like it would fire if he had a gun to use it in. He put the bullet into his satchel, where he kept a bunch of other loose ammo that wouldn't fit his guns, among other things.

He left the building with his rifle in his hands, he fired the shot from his sawed off so he had to be ready for anything at this point, anything from more dead to hu--. "Pow!" Gunshot, out of instinct he turned around with his rifle aimed. The next few moments seemed to pass in a mere second for him. He turned just in time to see the infected his the ground, and to notice the figure armed with a pistol. If it wasn't for his training he may have stopped to thank the person. Though in the heat of the moment his one second continued, he saw the gun and his natural instinct was to return fire.

Hunter fired the shot up at the woman taking out a huge chunk of the frame. He stood still holding his rifle as the women went down. Though he couldn't tell if she went down for cover or if she was hit. "Oh shit... Oh fucking shit!" He threw his rifle on his back. "Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"

Rebirth [Closed]

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The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

@CandiBarr
I was just being vague until I found a decent way to squeeze into the Role Play a bit better. Though it does seem like a good idea to have them in the same building, if that's possible yes please.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Hunter Monroe

Hunter walked into what he soon learned to be a small apartment. He had his hatchet in his left hand and his shotgun in his left hand. It wasn't the most Ideal weapon but in a bad situation it would get the job done. Naturally he went for the kitchen first, he wasn't expecting much, especially since the door was already unlocked. He put the hatchet back into its loop and set the shotgun on the counter.

Hunter opened the cabinets, empty. He went to some of the lower ones, also empty. He wasn't expecting much but he checked the fridge, it wasn't empty but the smell was so rancid he didn't get the chance to go through it to see what might have still been edible. He took a deep breath and went back into the fridge, then after about 20 seconds he backed out shutting the fridge and taking a deep breath. "Oh god, this place just keeps getting worse and worse." He considered what food he had left in his bag, it wasn't much. Actually, he was almost out, maybe one more meal out of it, two if he was careful.

Humans can survive a decent amount of time with out food depending on physical activity, though he was very active. He was carrying heavy gear, walking and running all the time, and fighting the dead with a hatchet. He needed what ever he could get his hands on. He sighed as he grabbed the fridge door again. "I hate my fucking life sometimes." He opened the fridge, going for another try to find anything that may have lasted, he didn't have to stay nearly as long this time though. Soon enough he found something edible.

Hunter backed out of the fridge holding one of those extremely preserved sausages, similar to the ones you might find at Christmas parties. "Damn, I'm awesome." He put the piece of preserved meat into his pocket and stood up. "Room still smells like crap though, hope I'll never have to do that again." He turned to be face to face with one of the dead. Before he could react he was sent to the counter, knocking a bunch of random items on the floor, then soon himself, with the walker on top.

He was pinned, his hatchet was on his side, and no way he was going to be able to reach it in his situation. He didn't want to be too loud but he had no choice here, though his rifle was still on his back, pinned under him. He attempted with all his strength to push the dead guy off him, in most situations he would be strong enough, he just lacked the leverage to move him. He looked around for anything to use as a weapon to faze the infected.

To his left he saw the sawed off shotgun. Still loaded, in arms reach if he was careful. Keeping the infected propped up with his elbow he attempted to reach for the gun, then he felt it start trying to tear through his uniform. Any second the thing would be through gutting him as he attempted to reach for the gun.

Once he grabbed the gun he pressed the barrels against the infected head. "BOOM!" The double barrel fired both barrels leaving almost nothing left of the thing's head. He breathed heavy, the shot would have been muffled a bit, but not by a lot, he had to leave.

Hunter stood up and grabbed his gear, as he stood up he noticed a small object on the ground, out of instinct he grabbed it and ran, he could check it out later.

The Mightiest Reborn

@Remipa Awesome

Hello! Yes, its still open, and we've all been doing some research, it is pretty interesting! If you have any questions, me, @Akayaofthemoon and @Kronshi will be more than happy to help you, as well as other people in the RP haha

@Jones Sparrow

Thanks! I can have some notes put together soon and have a character sheet up soon after that.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

@FallenTrinity
It appears I did not add that to the character sheet, He's a Private First Class.

I'ma go add that to the character sheet now.

The Mightiest Reborn

Is this still open? Seems like it would be pretty damn awesome!
If so I will have to do more research on old world gods, seems awesome still. And worth the research.

Rebirth [Closed]

Hunter Monroe

I worked my way to my room, I'll admit, I'm not the most social person, what I am though is a dedicated fighter. All I knew at the moment, I couldn't wait to get the damn prosthetic off It weighed a ton and was clunky as hell. It was even too bulky to use his uniform to cover it, it stuck out like a sore thumb. Though Rebirth, the not scary as hell program that would give me my leg back and a second chance to serve.

I finally made it to my new Barracks, First thing I notice was my new bunk mate resting before everything was even set it, then again I'd be doing the same thing. "Yo, you Derek?" I'd reach out my hand, the one that wasn't holding my cane at the moment. "Hunter Monroe, your new bunk mate." Also noticed that his area seemed much colder. That ass hole, he claimed the cold spot.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Alright! Posted, it's just something to get my character started, but I will be able to work off it soon.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Hunter Monroe, United State's National Guard

Hunter clenched his rifle, all he had been doing for days is walking, he had a truck with a decent amount of useful gear in it, though like always it either breaks down, runs out of fuel or the roads are too impassible to use it. That was truck number 5 for him since he started walking. He clenched his M4 in his hands, the thing was accurate, but a pain int eh ass to maintain with out the parts. He was making due though. And he knew the parts and the recipe for butting together bullet casings, though he lacked the materials to do it other then makeshift. Which meant he was limited to shotgun shells, which he was fine with for now, though once his rifle ran out of ammo he was going to be in a risky situation that a double barrel won't be able to get him out of.

Hunter came across a small neighborhood, many of the houses looked like they had been looted over a few times by now, but Hunter wasn't in a horrible state of supplies. Though he could use more in terms of medical and food, he was a poor hunter and his medical training was minimal. He thought it kinda funny, his name Hunter, but he can't hunt for shot other then what's right in front of him.

He was ready to get into one of the buildings when he heard moaning, A shotgun was safer to kill the dead with, though loud as hell. He grabbed his hatchet and worked his way inside the building, the moaning was coming from outside so he figured he was safe for now. He held the hatchet in one hand and a flashlight made out of scrap parts in the other hand. Most his makeshift things had a very short shelf life, but it was easier to make things then to find them.