Shoe Thief

Will YOU Survive?

So I am not expecting internet access for the next few days, I should be back online on Sunday but I don't see a way I can be on sooner then that.

Will YOU Survive?

So Hunter was in a situation where he could be honest about not having a clue about what is wrong, or he could imply that is was just really screwed up. "The truck in basics is a piece of crap, it's old, it's been owned by at least 4 different people, maybe more, and was in need of repairs before everything went wrong. It will drive but it may break down if we push it to hard. SO in basics no long trips, and going up hill may be a problem if it is too steep. And going to fast or to many sharp turns will screw us over. Brakes seem fine as far as I can tell though." He looked through the engine, yes he wasn't a mechanic but he could tell it was pretty bad. Justine soon asked about a weapon she could use. Hunter had two guns with him now, the .22 on his back, and the twelve gauge that was on the passenger seat. He still didn't know how much he could trust them.

Hunter closed the hood of the truck. "Look, we'll head to my camp, we'll rest for a bit. Then if you want after that I will give you a ride to help you find your friend, sound good?" He said as he worked his way to the driver door. "Because truthfully I don't like the idea of sitting on the side of the road with a truck that may or may not start."

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?