After hunter's third attempt to try get a vehicle working he decided to walk. As walking has much less fire and much less "OH SHIT!" moments. Well, maybe not less oh shit moments. But less involving your own mistakes. Though the car was supposed to make things easy. With out a lot of supplies he wasn't losing much though. Plus it gave him more chances to find supplies. With a rifle in hand, and no idea where to go he kept walking.
After searching home after home Hunter came out pretty close to empty handed. Seemed as if the Blood Army has been active here. Setting up shop in a house that looked like half of it was ready to collapse Hunter found a nice soft spot to rest. Only to be woken up by someone going through his things. And by things his bag of odds and ends. Hunter got up just fast enough to tackle the man off his gear. Hunter was in no way a big person, but he was fast, and he had the gun now.
Once on top of his looter Hunter was able to reach for his shotgun and press it against his now prisoner's chest. A second person came into the room. I twas dark but Hunter could see a gun, he couldn't see what kind but definitely a gun. Being low int he dark Hunter had a chance to fire first. The twelve gauge at near point blank sending the second person back through the doorway with a scream and crash. Before the first guy could react Hunter pumped his gun and pointed it at his opponent's head. "
Don't fucking move or you're next!" He didn't move. Him and his prisoner waited until morning, where Hunter soon saw the Uniform.
Both Hunter and the Blood Army soldier sat across from each other in the room. Close enough that Hunter's gun could kill him with ease, but far enough that no matter what the Blood Army soldier did, he couldn't react before getting shot. "
You have to do something. I mean you shot my partner, and now you have my rifle unloaded on the bed. I can tell from your eyes you are not the kind of person to just execute someone. But I can also tell you fear what will happen if you let me go. So, what's it gonna b--" Hunter fired the shotgun sending the sitting man right into the wall, then letting him fall to the ground. Hunter tried to stay emotionless. But that wasn't something he was good at. He knew that the Blood Army were bad people. But they were still people. And he just shot another one...
Hunter used the parts of the Soldier's rifle to repair his own. That was something he didn't enjoy about the M4. It needed a lot of maintenance. And no one was making parts anymore. The rifle from the other one was destroyed when he fired the shotgun at him. There wasn't a useful part he could take that he didn't already have. But they had bullets which he was low on. Not much else. Chances are that means there are more nearby or they have a base set up. So he left.
It didn't take too many hours to find another surprise of the day. People.... That were not blood Army. Decently armed though, and more of them then him. But they were inside. He could try to say hi? Or he could try and steal the car? Or he could use the car to rob them? Or just plain rob them? Then he thought about the men he shot last night... The feeling of guilt for killing them. he was far enough away at this moment to avoid being seen. So he had a little time to decide. Then he did. "
Fuck it..." And he moved forward with the shotgun in one hand, and his pride in the other.
Hunter walked his way to the front door trying to seem as non threatening as possible. Despite the twelve gauge shotgun in his hand. That was in case these people decided to shoot him. Which then he may resort to plan A. He shivered at the thought. He was barely able to handle himself as it was. He took a deep breath. It had been a bit since the two outside had entered. He just hoped they wouldn't kill him. Then he casually knocked on the door.
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