Hunter Lefkowitz walked through the forest, his latest catch in hand. He was proud of himself; it was only morning, and he had already managed to track down his first kill, a nice deer.
It was oddly light, and Hunter could tell there was something wrong with this one. He looked down at the deer, but all he could see was a faint outline and bright spots; his eyes did that to him since that horrible guy Zil tried to kill him. He shrugged off the feeling and walked on.
He reached his camp, if you could call it that, and dumped the carcass on the ground, already turning away. It hit the ground with an odd crunching sound, and he made as if to go back and inspect it; there was definitely something wrong here. He was about to bend down towards his morning's work, when he saw something moving to his right. He looked up. Just a bird. Completely ignoring his first kill on the ground in front of him, he turned and walked away in search of more game.
Sam was on his way to the gas station, trying to find out exactly how much fuel they had left. The plague was spreading fast, and he needed to make a trip over to the Air Force Base to try and procure any medication he could find.
He couldn't afford to make the journey on foot; the Supernatural Death Cough was taking lives at an alarming rate, and besides, he would need space to carry whatever he managed to find.
Just then he heard rustling from within the forest. He turned quickly, guard up, before realising it must have been Hunter; it came from the rough direction of his camp. He hadn't seen him since he was banished and decided to pop round and have a chat.
He walked into the part of the forest that was home for Hunter now, and stopped abruptly at an alarming site at his feet.
Hunter looked back at his camp, and saw what could only have been a gift from god: another deer. This one was odd, it seemed to be calling his name, but Hunter just put that down to his imagination, of course deer didn't speak! He crept towards it, ignoring its apparent cries, and pounced, a lion on feeble prey.
Sam looked up from the body as he saw something even more alarming, Hunter creeping towards him as you would creep up on a kill. He made sense of the situation quickly and realised Hunter had really lost it now. He was seeing human beings as prey. Thoughts rushed through his mind as he wondered what on earth to do. Suddenly Hunter was inches away and the decision was made for him, his instincts took over and Hunter had a neat hole in his head, collapsing on the floor.