Hunter walked the halls of his apartment building, he hasn't left it since it all started, he could find everything he needed inside it. Everything from Food, Water, Guns, Sometimes meds. Though he was running low on bullets again, Plus half the dead in the building where in the halls and the main lobby, the rest were still in their rooms. But every day he would go floor to floor searching room after room for supplies. Some days if he had enough to spare he'd search a room a second time to make sure he found what ever he needed.

He was on the 10 floor of the apartment building today, He had his shotgun in hand and he was going to check out a apartment with a NRA Sticker on the door. "Lets see what we have here." It took a small screw driver, lots of pins and just beating the shit out of the lock to get it open. He walked inside with the shotgun raised. "Hello? Anyone home?" He heard a sharp screech from down the hall. "Runner..." He spoke under his breath. He aimed the shotgun at the door, Fighting a runner hand to hand was not much of an option. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the resident walk up to his side, He had enough time to turn to only put the shotgun between him and the apartment owner. Then as they both went to the ground the runner stopped in front of the door and turned. "Shit..." He had just enough time to pull the trigger on the shotgun to take the leg of the runner clean off. "[color=9e0b0f]BLAM![/color]" 

The Runner was still alive but now it had to crawl to get to him, He pulled up the strength to push of the resident with the stock of the gun and stand. When the resident came back after him he received a bullet to the face from the 1911. In that same moment he turned the handgun to the crippled runner firing three shots dropping it dead. He heard the moans on the dead in the halls, The NRA would have to wait for another day. He ran out and back to the fire stair well going down to the third floor, where his apartment lay.