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Drew eventually turned, walking away.

A few walkers came towards the compound, drawn by the scent of Johnathan's blood.

Skylar looked out the window and noticed them. She groaned and grabbed her katana. She walked outside with ease and slowly began killing the few walkers. She then put her Katana on the porch and grabbed Johnathans feet. She left her Katana on the porch, and dragged him into a far side of the yard. She poured gasoline on him and caught his dead body on fire. She sighed and sat down, watching the flames.

He saw the smoke rising into the air from the direction of a clearing and grabs an axe that was left in the corner of the cabin as he headed towards the source of it, using a length of rope and a hook to stay in the trees instead of being on the ground with the walkers.

Drew stood in the doorway, watching her darkly, watching the body burn with what looked like glee.

He drew a rifle from his back, aiming it at Drew, knowing the threat he represented.

Drew heard a faint rustle and looked up, eyes narrowed. He assumed he had heard a zombie.

He holds still, realizing that if he moves Drew will know he's there.

Drew stepped inside. From his frequent movement around the house, he had managed to find a long hunting knife and a few throwing knives. He returned to the doorway, the throwing knives tucked at his waist, the hunting knife grasped in his hands. He examined the trees, trying to find the source of the rustling.

He tightens his grip on the trigger, about to fire.

Drew walked towards the trees, looking around. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." He whispered.

He fires. barely missing Drew, instead hitting the ground next to him. He then jumps away to a nearby tree, hoping Drew didn't notice the movement.

Skylar jumped at the sound of a gun. Ever since she was little, she was scared of guns. This is because her father was murdered with a gun, when she was 5. Skylar stood up, fast. She remembered that her katana was on the porch, but she didn’t care. She went to Drew. “Where did that come from?”

He puts the gun back and tries to be as still as possible, knowing that the gunshot warned the people inside the compound of his existence.

Drew looked at where the bullet had punctured the ground. "There's somebody here." He hissed. "Let's find them."

He pulls a coin from his pocket and throws it towards a tree on the other side of the clearing.

He heard the sound and turned, heading towards it slowly.

He sighs, relieved.

He drops to the ground quietly and starts to walk away, hoping Drew won't turn around.

Drew heard the rustle again, whipping around and looking straight at Finch.