Having a dead animal randomly dropped at the your door would've been concerning in most circumstances—but Lucas wasn't going to turn down a free meal in the middle of the apocalypse.

For the past few weeks, someone had been dropping off a deer or a couple of rabbits for him every now and again. The first time it happened was quite unsettling; It isn’t every day that you just trip over the body of an animal, after all. But after a while, the carcasses had almost become like blessings sent down from heaven.

The only problem was that he had no idea who was giving him the food.

Whenever he tried to keep a lookout, he'd only catch glimpses of a cloaked figure scrambling into the zombie-infested woods, refusing to answer or even look his way no matter how he tried to call out to them.

It was all rather strange really; he didn't understand why they were wasting their time on him, especially considering how limited resources were out in the woods. All he knew about them was that the kills were clean, and they had an incredible amount of strength, considering they were able to haul deer to his area all by themselves.

Part of him was just content to live with the mystery, to let it happen and accept the gifts while they came.... That was until he finally caught the culprit behind it all.

One morning, as the sun barely peeked over the horizon, the cloaked figure approached once again, leaving a rabbit for him. But, this time, he was ready. He had set up a series of silent alarms around the perimeter. When he heard the soft tink of the cans, he sprung into action to check.

"Hey! Wait!" Lucas called out to them as he chased them through the underbrush, feet pounding against the damp earth. He knew there were zombies, but this was his chance to finally get some answers.

As he closed the distance, the figure stumbled, and the hood fell back. Lucas skidded to a halt, eyes widening in shock. The face staring back at him was pale, with lifeless eyes and decaying flesh.

A zombie.

"Holy shit," Lucas breathed out.