<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">The arrow Edwin let fly founds it's mark, and the deer was struck center mass. Birds fluttered away from the deadly strike, and for a moment there was a small amount of commotion. As the deer staggered and fell, something else caught Edwin's eye. A figure dropping to the ground with quiet grace and balance. <br/>
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At first he was stunned, and hid himself behind a burnt out van, the smell of rust and old oil struck him as he contemplated what he'd seen. He put on his gloves, and pulled off the goggles from his face as he tried to reconcile what he'd just seen. <br/>
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A human, not one of the mindless monsters who shuffled too and fro with no desire but to feed. They couldn't move like that, at least he hoped they couldn't. Was he losing it, finally, after so much time alone? Was his mind finally losing grip on the reality? There was only one way to be sure. <br/>
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Rising from his position, he carefully navigated down the small side street, careful to make as little noise as possible. The small store was exactly the type of place he tried to avoid. The last store he entered had almost cost him his life when the roof caved in, and the shambling creatures came from seemingly everywhere at once. <br/>
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But how to say hello? What if they were armed as he was? That would be poetic, the last two beings on the planet murdering each other. 'Twilight Zone eat your heart out' he thought to himself. <br/>
</span></span><br/>Finally, he walked towards the entrance, making a bird call, that he hoped wouldn't attract the infected, but alert the inhabitant he was there.