He moved into the store and whistled again... nothing. He almost a breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure what would be worse... finding no one, or finding someone who wasn't happy to see another human being. Then he felt something move swiftly out of his view, he turned his head, and pulled a single solitary arrow from the quiver on his side. He wasn't fast enough, whatever it was got behind him and a sharp edge of metal was at his neck at once. The metal was cold and in the dim light of the store almost glinted.<br/><br/>He was sure now... it was worse.<br/><br/>"Are you one of them?"<br/><br/>The question was a strange one. Them? Who was them? Was she them, was anything... them. He had to answer but he found words tough to form.<br/><br/>"No... are you?" He stated calmly, as he dropped the razor sharp arrow on the ground. He didn't dare move, he didn't even breath. He stood there praying to something eternal that whoever this was didn't kill him.