[Ellie waits, stock-still with the arrow drawn back just enough to put a little tension on the string.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
A human form staggers out of the trees, zig-zagging in an aimless pattern toward them. Ellie rises up on her knees, draws the arrow back to her cheek, and sights on the shambler's head.]
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Wait. Wait. Wait.
A human form staggers out of the trees, zig-zagging in an aimless pattern toward them. Ellie rises up on her knees, draws the arrow back to her cheek, and sights on the shambler's head.]