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**THE LAST OF US**

Zmerr took one more look around before setting his plasma rifle on a log and kicking his worn boot off. He stepped into the stream, letting the cold water run over his toes before submerging his whole foot. It sent a chill through him. The warmest part of the year had passed weeks ago. Fall was settling in and blowing its cool breath through the flame-colored trees. Leaves just beginning to carpet the forest floor.

He waded a little further into the water before he removed the makeshift fishing pole from his pack. He strung it and baited the hook. He cast the hook out into the deepest part of the stream, keeping a close eye on the cork he used for a bobber. The current carried the hook downstream a few feet and Zmerr reeled it back in. He cast it again and missed.

The hook hit a bush on the other bank and something moved behind it. A quick fleeing motion. Zmerr carefully and quickly grabbed his rifle and aimed it at the bush. He focused most of his attention on the spot where something had been. what he didn't spend there, he used to listen for sounds around him. His pointed floppy ears stood straight to enhance hearing and his eyes dilated to detect any change in light.!