Zmerr watched the strange person reveal himself from the bushes. His eyes were disconcerting but the Asura kept his gaze. He parted his lips, revealing two rows of white pointed teeth, and held his gun tighter. His ears began searching the woods around them to make sure this person was here alone.

Zmerr kept a steady stare as he backed out of the stream and reached behind himself for his pack. He found it and slung it over his back, grabbed his boots and bolted into the shelter of the trees. His years in the jungle had taught him how to run silently, but the drying leaves on the ground made it much more difficult. His little feet pattered against them and sent them flying behind him. 

He put his rifle in its holder on his pack and drew the pistol he kept at his side. He held at chest height and rested a finger in a ready-to-shoot position. His ears remained up, listening for the sounds of pursuing footsteps. His large eyes darting back and forth. 

He wasn't afraid of this person. He knew he wasn't the only Non-human to survive, but he didn't want to have to share with the ones who did. He'd spent long enough by himself to know that other people are only dangerous and harder to survive with in this particular situation.