Startled at the appearance of the other guy, she could only follow him as he rushed to the back, where she guessed the first man ran towards. She kept hold of her bow, arrow at the ready in case anyone tried to attack from the back. She could hear faint stomping of a large horde, and it terrified her. Even though it had been around a month - she couldn't even tell any more - she had never really managed to kill more than five of these things, including the one she'd just shot now. She would prefer to sneak in and out, tending to travel with the help of the dark night and sleep at day to avoid being detected. "How many of us are here?" She asked-yelled, trying to estimate how many survivors there were in one place. The more people, the more chance for hordes to come.