The archer was [i]fast[/i]. Jim would have dodged the moment he saw her raise her bow again, but he felt no danger even as she released the arrow. 
He stood there, wondering if she missed, or missed on purpose. He looked at her, ready to evade if she moved a single muscle. Jim heard the sound of a falling body before she moved towards him. Jim, cautious, maintained his look upon her. He made way for her as she picked her arrow. She then asked him questions. 
"Raiders got my weapon stash. Luckily I got to my supplies first. I've survived just sneaking past the zombies. Figured junk weapons would only slow me down." 
Jim gauged the woman. She looked gentle, yet tough. Her eyes showed fearlessness. It was that moment, when their eyes met, that Jim knew she was a friend. 
"I'm Jim. You?" Jim said, extending an hand towards her.