It had been so long that at first they weren't sure what they were hearing. At last he pointed out the window.

"Plane."

She craned her neck to get a look at it. "What's it doing?"

"Flying?" he suggested.

"I mean, why? We've never seen one before.

"You don't think…"

"I think it might be best if we find somewhere to stop until nightfall."

They napped in the truck, both acutely aware of the danger that could be outside at any moment, before taking four of the guns salvaged from the military equipment and heading out for a new kind of practise.

They had both used guns before, back at the place they once called home, so it was less trial and error and more working out what they had their hands on. Once they had, however, they set their focus on more unfortunate deer.

It was a much more successful hunting trip.

They ate well that evening and watched as the sun went down.