The man with the rifle looked to the handgun but found it to be severely broken and so chucked it away. Not having the skills to fix it. He looked over the older mans pockets and soon realised the man had nothing of value. Just the clothe son his back "How the hell did you survive so long?!" He said annoyed as he sighed loudly "Wasn't worth the trouble of losing a bullet..." He checked his rifle , three rounds left in the internal magazine. He pocketed the hull of the spent round and loaded the chamber, racking the bolt on his rifle.
He heard people close by and quickly lift up his bandana over his face and hid inside the shed, making sure the body wasn't visible from outside.