Matthew cautiously approached, lowering his rifle slightly more.<br/>He examined her closely, his paranoia eased by her "I've had the shit beaten out of me" look.<br/>"What about those scratches?"<br/>he demanded, nodding towards her neck.<br/>"A scratch'll do it if you get their blood or spit in it."<br/>Far down the street, a small group of the gray monsters was quietly shuffling about the bank, noticing an old house cat and moaning, slouching after it and catching Matthew's attention, causing him to glance over his shoulder and in all directions several times, looking fairly hawk like.