[H1][center][color=007236][b]Hunter Monroe[/b][/color][/center][/h1]

Hunter stood in shock as Sarah took his little sausage from him, then proceed to throw it out. "[color=007236]My wiener...[/color]" He was in even more shock when she went to the fridge and opened it up, not only was their food in it, it was cold. Their was electricity in the building still?! Holy shit!? Hunter was trying to think of something to say, anything to say. 

Back when Hunter was in high school he was well noted as the kid who never went out, food and video games had replaced his love life. What he was going through now was seeming much better, almost worth all the shit he had gone through the last few weeks. To make it better, she had told him he could have what ever he wanted. He wasn't sure how to react, He tried to thank her, but no words came out. It came out as more of a "[color=007236]...Holy shit...[/color]". He walked over to the fridge dumbfounded.

He started going through the fridge, he hadn't seen so much food since he was stationed in the refugee center. Even then he wasn't allowed near it, only a few people were allowed to get into the food storage. Everyone else who got close was shot, including soldiers from his unit.

Hunter went into the fridge and pulled out a block of cheese, nothing else just the block. He ripped it open with out a second thought and started taking bites out of it. He got about half way through the block of cheese before he made eye contact with Sarah again. "[color=007236]Uhh... Thank you...[/color]" He slowed down the pace he was going at the cheese to at least act a bit more normal. 

Hunter went to a chair to sit down, this was the first time he had felt safe really since things have begun. Things felt, normal. Other then the fact he was alone in a room with a human female, none of his friends would have believed him if he had told them this, though he did consider himself the best looking of his group of nerd friends. He smiled for a moment at the thought of him telling them the story, then the smile soon faded. He had seen many of them in the refugee camp, especially when things started to go bad.

Hunter looked at the block of cheese again. Sarah, this girl that Hunter had never met not only saved his life, let him into her home, gave him food, and made him feel welcome, and what has he done? So far, shot at her, eaten her food, thought of stories to tell his friends about her. He felt he needed to do something to help make up for the situation. He noticed her pistol crammed into her waistband. Then he had an idea. "[color=007236]So, Notice you gun isn't really being stored properly. I'm not saying you're doing a sucky job, you're doing fine. But I think I can help with the situation a bit.[/color]"

Hunter set down the block of cheese and started removing his belt, struggling to get past his bag and pouches on his belt it took a lot of effort, but once everything on the belt fell off her took it off and set it down. "[color=007236]Got it![/color]" He reached down to grab a pistol holster that had been attached to his belt. "[color=007236]Should do ya a bit better then your current situation, wont ever fall out, and it's still easy to grab.[/color]" He set down the holster and started grabbing his things that had fallen off his belt.