Hunter was aiming through the scope of his rifle watching the people on the roof. "Damn, If I didn't know better i'd say they were an old married couple. Could go down and say Hi, But last time I tried something like that I got shot." Hunter would rub an old scar on his shoulder. "Nope, Not getting shot again." He would pivot the rifle on his tripod looking over a few streets. "Some one has been shooting a lot of round i'm guessing, The infected are too...Active." Hunter would look over the group of infected roaming its way to the commotion. "What ever is going on must be out of sight, and must be out of ear shot from here." Hunter would look over to a stuffed dog, "Told you this was a poor spot, sure we are high up but the shape of the buildings here are just...they make hearing anything beyond a block a pain from this high." He would look away from the toy dog then look back. "Don't give me that look!" He would wait a moment. "Fine, fine, we can stop at a store for a while and loot more useless crap if it really makes you feel better."
Hunter would take the rifle off the tripod and fold the tripod into his bag and sling his rifle onto his back. "Crazy? Me? Why would you say that?" He would stare at the toy dog again. "Because I talk to myself? That's the stupidest thing I've heard in months." Hunter would strap the toy dog onto his bag and grab his shotgun. "I know I haven't seen people in a while, or at least close up, But people are asses, They shoot you, they rob you, and they shoot you! Not for me boy." He would start walking to the door way of the room. "Just because I talk to you doesn't make me crazy. Yes, yes I mean it. It's not strange for a person to talk to a dog." Hunter would start going down the stairs. "Well at least I can shoot a gun with some accuracy. Then again you can't shoot a gun at all... So I win! Hmm, Should do something about the herd though, We could fire a shot and draw its attention? But then we would need a way to avoid them... We can figure out something" He would keep walking.