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There were more of them now, seemingly knew the other.
Being greeted without hostility.
The leader, Rick, had grown tired of the yelling and approached the large redhead.
A disagreement, perhaps? Over the redhead's entrance strategy.
No, just a clap on the back greeting.
He was wrong.
There may have been more to this group than he first assumed in his observations.
Like many he had come across before, the brutality of the new world caused harsh power dynamics.
Fall ln line or be irradicated. Those he left alone brushed his footprints with leaves as he went, leaving them to destroy themselves. There would be no use for those types of people. He needed survivalists, not tyrants, and he already had a leader.
He wasn't always sure this was the group he needed, even as he continued to follow.
He had seen this image before.
This make up of men, women and children.
The young girl and her child had thrown him off.
So he explained it away: the child must have belonged to someone else.
Yes.
But instead of dropping them, he kept at it.
In all honesty, he had grown quite fond of them.
He had almost been caught in his observations multiple times.
The hunter was not just a pickup hunter shallowly killing for the need; he was trained with sharp eyes. He had gotten the hang of pretending to be an animal just outside of the hunter's line of sight.
The observer's footprints map out a stage fluttering through the trees.
Was it cruel of him?
yes, it was.
To give hope to the hungry, he was pretty sure that the group wouldn't take kindly to strangers, and as much as he wanted to spring up bearing gifts, he believed that he wouldn't be taken kindly.
So he waited.
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Watched a young blonde girl get shot.
Beth, he later learned as the group had etched her name into the dirt on top of her grave.
Watching.
Looking.
Observing.
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Until he couldn't anymore.
The dogs were a shocker.
The hunter made good work of them before the rest of the group could fill them with bullets.
Vile.
Even though he knew that supplies would only last them so long.
The fact that they were the domesticated kind.
The young black girl stepped back, bumping into the other with hoop earrings as she did.
He expected an aggressive response, but no the girl just waved the other off.
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