His aim wasn’t exactly that bad, most of the time. Now didn’t seem to be one of those. After a brief pause to mourn the loss of a perfectly good bolt, Jagred loaded another one and took another shoot. He could back later for the bolts. One of the many things he loved about the crossbow was that they made little to no noise. Either way, the dead were less likely to notice him, and even if they did, he was ready to run. He might want to help the girl out a little bit, but no one was really worth dying for. She seemed to be capable of handling those corpses fine so far, still, she would be sitting duck on ground level. However, he didn’t try to get her attention by calling out whatsoever. Not with all these shambling corpses about. The risk was simply too high. The dead weren’t very good climber, with the rotting limbs and all, but he wouldn’t take the chance.