Vic brought his rifle to his shoulder, keeping the muzzle angled downwards and not quite aiming at the man who'd just arrived. He glanced at the approaching Walkers and shrugged internally. [I]Why not? Every group starts with one guy.[/I]
He took careful aim, using the expensive optic atop his weapon to its full advantage. He squeezed off one shot at a time, steadily dropping the approaching creatures. With a pistol or even just iron sights it'd be much harder. The brain was a small target, let alone when moving erratically and bobbing up and down. Victor aided his fellow survivor in finishing off the last of the infected then reloaded his rifle and went to greet the man more formally.
"Decent shooting."
He complimented. Not on par with military or some better trained law enforcement, but for a civilian he'd done ok.
"I'm Victor."
The Mercenary introduced himself, extending a hand to shake. He was close enough that he felt he could disarm the man if he had to, and so deemed a handshake allowable.