His next shoot hit home though, returning a corpse to its rightful place. The girl got away then, and he watched through the scope of his weapon as she ran off into one of the abandoned houses in the area. She might have glanced in his directions for a few times, but he doubted she had seen him. People rarely looked up, and he could see now that even the apocalypse wasn’t going to change that. He loaded another bolt just in case, but lowered the crossbow and strapped it onto his backpack. From where he was, he could see the house with the help of his scope. However, the distance and the number of corpses made it less than ideal to take out one dead at a time. Therefore, Jagred thought he would try to lure them away from the house. He had gone this far to help the woman after all, might as well do it all the way. 

 One of his long-forgotten memories surfaced as Jagred was attempting to get from the container onto a bacony jutting out from the nearby house. There was a car not far from here where he used to stash food in. Its owner was executed by the VP long ago, leaving the poor thing stranded just North of here, flat-tired with the gas in the tank. The alarm still worked though, so he figured if he could fire a bolt on any part of the car, and soon enough, corpses would be all over it. But first, he would have to get there on foot, find a safe vantage point then successfully make the shoot from there. Hopefully he was up to the task. Afterward, if the plan was successful, he would return.