"Well, I DID offer to make you a power generator. However, if you need work done around here, perhaps I could help you out. But, if you put me to work, I think I'd need more than a deer leg. I have my own work to do." Zmerr started heading towards the door as it was getting dark. "We might have to discuss this later. Keep the deer leg for now as insurance that I'll be back tomorrow." Zmerr smiled hoping he looked friendly with his pointed teeth.

After leaving, Zmerr started running home. It was about this time that most predators were coming out. It's about the time their prey was getting tired and looking for a place to hunker down for the night. Zmerr took his plasma pistol out of its holster just in case some animal decided he was among that sleepy prey.

Once home, he went to the hut where he stored his food. It was a great place to store food because it was in a clearing. during the day, the sun would keep it warm and dry. Perfect for keeping jerky. Any fruits or vegetables would be placed in a room in the ruins he'd reserved specifically for perishables.

Something was off. It looked as though someone had gotten inside. That wasn't an easy task. He'd put multiple animal proof "Locks" on it to keep rodents and scavengers out of his jerky and grain. But it looked as though someone had broken through them and forced the door open. It had to be a "someone" because no animal was smart or strong enough to get through that. 

He slowly pulled the door open letting the barrel of the pistol enter before him. He pushed the button on the bottom of the handle to turn on the flashlight. At first he couldn't see anything, but then there were faint lines in the hay on the floor that looked as though someone had dragged themselves into his hut. Whoever it was was probably injured. 

"Who's there?" Zmerr demanded. "You don't belong here."