Ferris lowered his binoculars and squinted thoughtfully. The girl was tiny, couldn't be older than nineteen, and dwarfed by her companion - a young grizzly bear. She was well equipped however, a hunting bow in one hand, a quiver strapped across her back, throwing knives strung through a sash across her chest, and a couple of trench spikes attached to her belt. A bear? Perhaps the dehydration was getting to him. Ferris needed to find water soon. What on earth was she doing out in the forest alone? Well, Ferris thought She's not really alone, is she? Ferris raised his binoculars again, but the girl had vanished. She was the first survivor he'd run into since the last of his squad had succumbed to the infection, a year ago. He scanned the area and prepared to track her down, determined not to let this one get away. Slowly creeping from his hide, a hollow between a boulder and a rotting tree trunk, he crept across the forest floor, releasing the woodsy, loamy scent of dead leaves into the air. He tread lightly, attempting to avoid hidden twigs that could give away his position. A branch creaked from above him and he turned, squinting again as he tried to detect movement in the trees. He barely heard the whistle of an arrow speeding through the air toward him, but the thunk of it meeting its mark -- his thigh -- was clearly audible. He collapsed with a grunt of pain, and gripped around the base of the shaft, where it met his skin, and stared up at the source to see the girl dropping from the tree. "Damn," he muttered, his voice cracking from its long hiatus. The fall had jarred his mind, and he found his vision blurring, the forest floor and canopy swirling into a vague green mass just before darkness crept in to take him over.