"Oh, you know..." [i]A bit of rustling of the trees, and a man jumped down. He seemed to be one of those hunters, judging from his garb. He held a meathook from it's string, along with a serrated Bowie knife he was sharpening. The dried blood on him showed that he was not to be messed with. Some of the blood even was splattered across the bandanna he was wearing on his head and sunglasses.[/i] [i]Dangerously swinging his meathook around, he inches close to the two of them. He had a... Strange attitude about him.[/i] ???: "Zombies... Heh. Never heard that word in a while." [i]He had a malicious smile as he muttered the word.[/i]