With a soft rustle, the branches of a tree parted and revealed two observant eyes scanning the landscape below and around. erched on the branch of a tree. The branch was sturdy and thick, it was Lee's favorite place to stay, the camp had too much activity, it was suffocating. The tranquil peace of nature suited him much better. Leaning up against the body of the tree, Lee let his feet dangle down below him. It was from here he could see the camp. He had joined the group in order to survive, and it was working, but not being able to speak to anyone as well as being unable to roam the forest freely made him question his decision. The language barrier made it tough but he had come to the conclusion that the group wasn't dangerous to him. 

Some movement down below caught his attention. Silently he removed his bow from his shoulder and unlatched the cloth covering on his arrows. Drawing an arrow he nocked it quickly, and pulled the bowstring back until it was taught. Holding his breath he waited for whatever was in the bushes to walk out, or stumble out. A few moments of silence fell as he held his breath, it was if the whole forest had quieted itself in order to watch. The bushes parted and a doe walked out. Releasing his breath he fired the arrow, with a whiz the arrow shot through the air and landed directly in the doe's eye, an instant kill. The doe fell to the ground with a thump. In the former world, Lee remembered hunting these was illegal, but not anymore. Dropping down, Lee removed his arrow from the downed deer's eye socket and slumped it over his shoulders. 

He reentered the camp with the deer on his shoulders and heard the clanking of pots. That usually meant it was time for a "group meeting", it was one of the things he had figure out since joining the English-speaking group. Dropping the deer he walked to the people gathering as usual, he leaned against the RV at the very back and listened.