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Cooper's attention got pulled by the sound of gunfire. <i>'Did they kill that guy in his car?'</i>, he wondered. The guy that had killed Sarah had the map to this place...Perhaps he was part of Havenshire and it was just a ruse. Perhaps they were bandits and murderers after all. No matter he would find out and if they had anything to do with Sarah's murder he'd get his revenge. <br/>
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His curiosity got the better of him though. Grabbing his knife and bow, he crept back to the edge of the forest. Arriving there he was surprised to see the man had not been shot. No he had shot down two walkers that had been chasing a man. A big guy by the looks of him. Cooper wasn't a small dude and dwarfed most, but this guy could easily rival him. The guy jumped into the car and they hurried back to the wall. The walkers followed them as fast as they could. By now Cooper had grabbed his bow and knocked an arrow just in case. The walkers weren't paying him any attention so he was safe for now. Better safe than sorry though. It would be interesting to see how they dealt with the dead though. Were there extra traps around the wall or not and any further intel which would aid him tonight. He thought about intervening and taking those walkers out with his bow. If the dead were dealt with perhaps they would answer his questions about Sarah truthfully. Then again they were tucked away safely behind their walls.<br/>
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"Ah screw it" Cooper muttered as he took aim and nailed the walker closest to him in the head. Coming to a standing position he walked out of the bushes and knocked another arrow. Slowly releasing his breath he released the arrow. The rotting fiend staggered to the left and the arrow hit him in the shoulder instead of the head. "Bugger off..." he cursed. Quickly grabbing a new arrow and shooting it. As the walker was mid turn, the arrow sunk into his skull. By now Cooper had walked closer to the herd who still hadn't noticed him yet due to the noise of the car rushing away. A third walker was easily taken down by yet another arrow. Moving slowly up to the walkers, Cooper reached the first one he had killed and pulled the arrow out of the dispatched walker's head. <br/>
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As he pulled free his arrow, two of the four remaining walkers had noticed him and turned in his direction. Their guttural moans loud in delight of being so close to a new prey. Cooper was too close to loose another arrow and therefore stabbed the closest one with the arrow. The arrow shaft broke in throw as he lost grip. Swinging his compound bow, it connected to the walker sending him sprawling to the ground. The last one, reminded Cooper of a Swagman he had known around Coober Pedy his hometown. The Hobo had worn similar overalls and working booths. The swagman, who had been called Swaggy James, had been a big man, much like the deady making it's slow stroll towards him. <b>"Sorry Lad" </b>He spoke as he grabbed his grandfathers <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fstcroixblades.com%2Fassets%2Fuploads%2Fresized%2Fremote%2Fhttps_stcroixblades.com%2Fassets%2Fuploads%2Fimages%2F08-29-15%2FAustralian_v44_5_340_454_75_c1_center_center_smart_scale.jpg&amp;hash=6527ebb6106a53ebe985b1d7556dfbc4" href="https://stcroixblades.com/assets/uploads/resized/remote/https_stcroixblades.com/assets/uploads/images/08-29-15/Australian_v44_5_340_454_75_c1_center_center_smart_scale.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">WW2 Bushcraft knife</a> and jammed it into 'James's' skull. Turning around he walked up to the walker he had knocked to the ground. The broken shaft of his arrow still partially protruded his head. Grabbing it's head with both hands, he slammed it into the ground, jamming the arrow deep enough into it's brain to make him go limb.<br/>
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<b>"Roight where were we?"</b> he spoke aloud as he turned back towards the wall. Casually picking up an arrow and preparing it on his bow as he tucked his knife back unto it's sheath. <br/>
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