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The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Got A post up, kinda vague but I wasn't sure what to put up to be honest.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Hunter Monroe

The dead started to close in on Hunter, Todd, and the new person. If they were smart they could take on the undead around them. He took aim with his rifle and fired a shot, severing one's head into pieces. Then he fired again, grazing one but it still kept going so he fired again. Then again, then again. The fifth shot is when things started going wrong. He fired his rifle for the fifth time, but the thing was already pretty beaten up. "BOOM!" The rifle went in his hands, the chamber exploding out the side and pieces of the rifle scattering everywhere. "FUCK!" Hunter screamed as the pieces of the rifle went into his hand and face.

He fell to his knees screaming with blood coming from his hand and face. He knew this wasn't the time to panic, they told him how to try and ignore pain in training but he couldn't do it, his face was burning, he could see the blood. He was scared to die, he was scared of getting eaten. He was scared over all.

Will YOU Survive?

@Aintitfun1997@Alina13

Well... Now they were asking about him. Krystyn was one, she was the one asking about names. She pointed out the dog, Buddy, and her friend Justine. "Hunter." He was trying to act decent, though he was still skeptical about being around new people. Even more so now that the world was just taken a turn for the worst. At least in some people's minds.

Justine asked him about going to his place to sort out the thoughts they had. Or at least to help plan their next move. Hunter could turn them down, leave them out here and forget he ever saw them again. He still had the shotgun in his hands, it could work. He was tempted to as well, but something stopped him before he made a move for the gun. "Give me a few moments to let me see what's causing the grinding in the engine then why not!" He said as he threw his hands into the air. "I have to pee too, so if you want to pee with in the next twenty minutes to forty minutes do it now." Hunter put the shotgun back in the passenger seat, then he proceeded to grab his duffel bag from the back of the truck as well. Revealing the .22 rifle in the back. Which he soon grabbed as well.

Hunter went to the side of the road, did his business, then went to the truck's engine attempting to figure out why it wasn't working right. Like usual. He kept the .22 on his back in case there was trouble. It was the only one of his guns with a sling and it was light weight, so why not? Though the gun didn't matter once he realized he has no idea what is wrong with the engine. It was grinding before but not as bad as now. And Hunter wasn't experienced enough to determine what was wrong. Though if need be it would still drive.

Will YOU Survive?

Hunter jumped into the driver seat of his old pickup truck. First thing he did was throw the pump action into the passenger seat. He soon noticed that those new people he was trusting sat in the back of this truck, where he kept the .22 rifle. Loaded and ready to fire. Trust, that's what he had to tell himself, Trust. Hunter could see more walkers coming in near the truck. The first girl was still asking him to wait before leaving. "We need to go now! We're running out of time!" Almost as soon as he said it the other girl ran out of the store, she jumped in telling Hunter to go. "Fine! Fine! Hold on!" He screamed back.

Hunter attempted to start the truck, the first attempt the old thing just stalled on him. "Shit..." The walkers started closing in on them. He attempted to start again, this time it started with the what seemed to be the entire engine running rust and loos parts, it popping and grinding with every action. But it was running now.

Hunter kicked the truck into drive and sped out of the parking lot and into the street. Infected everywhere. Why the hell did he fire that damn gun. That damn gun was the loudest thing he owned and he decided to use that instead of that damn .22 rifle. But that didn't matter now, now all that mattered was getting out alive. He drove the truck out of town as far as it would go. Though he wasn't sure where to go. If he went back to his place these two would know where he lives now, but he didn't know where else to go. So once at a safe distance he pulled over. Then stepped out of the truck with the shotgun held in one hand. "So? You two want to go anywhere specific?"

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Shall I post anyways?

Will YOU Survive?

Hunter held his dad's twelve gauge in his hands, even as he went down his hands went for the gun instead of the bag over his shoulder when he fell. Walker? Was he so reckless as to run into a walker?! But no, when he was able to get sight on what he ran into he knew it was no walker. It was a living person! And he still had the shotgun in his hands.

Hunter stood up and took aim with the gun locked on the girl's head. He was speechless, he was scared, his heart was racing, he had to make a choice. It didn't take him long to realize there was two of them. Two of them! He wasn't sure if the other girl had noticed him yet but he had, and he wanted to make it clear he was in control. But he had lost the ability to speak. So he just moved the sights of the shotgun to the other girl, then rethinking the fact that the first one was closer he pointed it at her, but what if the second girl was armed? he turned it back to her. But what if she wasn't? These thoughts went through Hunter's head for a solid five seconds before he saw what was behind them. The dead.

"Dammit..." The first time he had spoken with other people around for days. He untrained the gun from the two and took aim at the walkers entering the store. *BOOM!* The twelve gauge screamed as he fired at the closest one. The pheasant shot ripping the torso to pieces as it flew back. "Run dammit!" He screamed at them as he ran for the back. Out back was his truck, it was still fueled and he still had the keys. The question was if he could trust them?

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

SO! Who's gonna post next? Because I am not in a place to post I think. I could be wrong but I don't think I am in a place to post?

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

So... I do not know what to post... It's been a while since I have posted but I am not sure if I am in a place to post? Does that make sense?

Will YOU Survive?

Hunter was smart, he knew what to do when in many situations. Though some may mistake him being smart for cowardice, which may also be true but he was the one alive, and he was the one with a twelve gauge in his hands. Though he had to admit his choices in guns were limited, though he was grateful he had them. The one in his hands was his dad's old pump action, even though a pump action was nice it only took smaller twelve gauge, meaning it was a lot more limited in terms of ammo and stopping power. And it wasn't all that accurate either. But the ammo capacity and the stopping power it had were his best options for looting.

Today Hunter needed ammo, he couldn't shoot guns with out it. Even though he had a decent amount in his truck he had a few problems with it. One, many rounds were too big for the pump action, two, Many were training loads. Training loads sucked. No real stopping power, no real range, nothing of value other then they are really damn cheap. It seems everyone else thought the same thing.

As Hunter went through the firearm's section of the sporting goods store the big thing he noticed is that most if not all the guns were gone, all the decent ammo was gone, and much of everything else was useless to him. Though he did find some ammunition he could use. He packed that into a duffel bag. He soon stood up when he heard a rustling. He knew it was more then likely one of two things, people, or the dead. Either way he wasn't ready to deal with that. He threw the bag over his shoulder and grabbed the shotgun with one hand as he ran to the front door.

Will YOU Survive?

Appearance: About 5' 10", Brown shaggy/curly hair, and Caucasian. Thin with no real build to him, or much of anything to him. Normally he will wear something along the lines of a T-shirt, jeans/cargo pants, and his watch. He always has the watch. He will at many points have on a random hat he thinks is kinda cool, normally just a simple camouflage cap.

Name: Hunter Monroe

Age: 19

Skills/abilities:
-Long guns
-Basic mechanics
-Basic electrical engineering skills

Disadvantages/flaws:
-Procrastinator
-Slightly less then average strength
-No real hand to hand fighting skills other then knowing how to throw a single punch
-Does not work well under pressure

Weapons:
-Single Barrel Break action twelve gauge
-Twelve gauge pump action external choke (I added both shotguns because each is a lot better then the other in different areas)
-.22 rifle
(If the weapons are too much I can stick with the single barrel shotgun, That's the one that I own directly, the rest are family guns)

Gear:
-Truck and small camper
-Matches
-Small utility knife
-small collection of tools
-Digital watch

Personality: Hunter is a person who will attempt to be polite to everyone, even to those he has little respect for. Though despite this he does not work well under pressure, which also causes trust issues in a tense situation. When he is not tensed or stressed out he is over all a pretty nice person, he'll listen when someone attempts to speak to him. Though he has a slight social issue of seeing what is acceptable for some situations. Meaning he may pull a joke not realizing how bad it actually is, or he may over react to some situations.

Bio:
Hunter is already really familiar with traveling all the time, growing up he always moved around well his family looked for the best place to handle the changing economy. After they finally settled down he went on through high schools, getting a job, saving for a car, buying most of his things used.

With much of his family military he always grew up around firearms, went through strict firearm safety long before he even had a chance to handle a live weapon. After turning 18 got his first shotgun, the single barrel twelve gauge, well his dad held onto the .22 and the really strange pump action. After finishing high school he kept working minimum wage in attempts to save money for travel. Even bought his grandfathers old camper, despite its rough condition.

Anything rad about you that you want to include:
-Can't snap
-Can make the most random of things out of scraps
-Has a lot of moments of over confidence
-He's paranoid about knowing his entire situation