Damon looked over this kid nervously. What the hell was he doing out here in the middle of nowhere? He didn't like it and he kept his eyes on him as he talked to Lucy. He didn't look dirty enough to be some random dude just out walking with a zombie following him.
"You should load another arrow, Lucy." Damon finally spoke and he kept his eyes locked on the guy. He was either going to be right here or he would look like he had a serious case of stranger danger going on. He was hoping he was right as Lucy looked at him oddly before drawing back another arrow.
"Point it at him." Damon said flatly and the little nerd boy balked and held up his hands in protest. "Look at his clothes, does he look filthy enough to be out here wandering around? It's been ten years, I'm a little rusty."
"I-I swear I was just out here looking for some wood to make a fire. It's been getting cold at night." He stammered as Damon took a step closer and walked around him as the guy followed him closely with his eyes. "That zombie was following me and I didn't bring a weapon. Serious."
Damon reached down and jerked up the leg of the kid's pants and pulled a large hunting knife from his boot. He stood up and looked the knife over as he stood beside Lucy.
"Thought you didn't have a weapon?" Damon asked him curiously as Lucy's grip on her bow increased and her aim was for the head. He crossed his arms over his chest and just stared the guy down. He could tell he was afraid, he could smell it on him actually. "What're we gonna do here, Lucy?"