Novice Hunting [Open]

While walking towards his tree, he heard quick panting and turned, curious. A wild dog? Expecting to see a mangy mutt but was instead greeted by the sight of a well goomed german shepherd of some sort. As it bounced closer he put down the bundle he had collected, sitting on his heels. Putting his rough hand up to its nose so it could sniff him, getting a few slimy doggie kisses in the process. Then leaning in to scratch its head. Rubbing its rough brown before a click echoed, the dog pulled back and there was another fricken gun pointed at his head. The smile on his face fading as he straightened and put a hand on his back. Leaning so that it popped before grabbing his bundle again. God damnit did everyone want him to have a deathwish? All he wanted was some grub and water! So exasperated that he didnt care at the moment and gave her a sour glare instead of speaking. Heading for his little tree before a mans scream echoed.. From above? Pausing before searching the area with his icey blues before badass comic man dropped from the tree his pack was in. Eyes widening as he arched a brown brow. Great. These crazy weirdoes had ruined his chances at catching breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Seriously considering the ability to kill one of them just so they would stop fighting. Badass man even had throwing knives out after she had pointed a gun at Otmar's head. Seriously!

Once this dramatic scene stayed like that, he stopped walking towards his pack with its contained weapons and rocks, instead turning on his heel and throwing his one empty arm in the air. He had enough of this. Gritting through his teeth while facing the woods once his arm lowered again. Controlling himself."Could you guys just get on with the "must kill all humans" quest of your lives so I could catch some grub? Beating eachother up for no reason will get us no where." Whipping round again with a stomp. Who cares if they thought him stupid or shot him? He needed food and he wasnt going to be "Mr. Nice Guy" and wait around till he died of starvation.

Jason noticed the two weren't walkers and put his knives away, he decided the guy thought he was trying to kill them. Jason sighed and hit a button on the side of his helmet. "I'm not trying to kill humans only those damn flesh eaters." He said and took off his helmet revealing a scar on his cheek. "Sorry Where are my manners. Navy Special forces diver Jason Lee." He said and hooked his helmet on his back and looked at the guy tossing him a candy bar.

He looked at the lady and bowed "I am not going to throw my knives, but if I find a threat I'll eliminate them with extreme force." He said and smiled, noticing these two seemed to have their own quarrels. Jason whistled and out came a Belgian Shepard wearing a bullet proof vest with a harness as if they had sky dove in. Jason didn't know what to think of the two so far so he kept his SMG in his hand until he heard a groan behind him. His eyes glanced backwards and a walker grabbed him. Jason elbowed the flesh eater and growled punching the infected torso caving in the ribs "Die flesh bag!"] He growled and kicked it away, then pulled out three knives and twirled in the air releasing a volley of daggers embedding the walker into the tree, with a dagger in its head and two in its shoulders.

Jason landed and smirked "Sorry, where were we?" He asked and pulled the knives from the walker and put them back walking towards them. Jason looked at the guy "Sorry about aiming a gun at you earlier, and shooting up a storm, I thought you and the lady were thugs." He said and chuckled.[/b]