The Vigilante had been out every night after the Visitor outbreak, testing people, threatening them and if they fail said test then finishing them with his rifle. He had been wandering the area for long now, booming footsteps echoing through the place, feet on gravel. As the Vigilante was known now for his tests and killings, he was avoided as much as possible by the others.

But tonight you and The Vigilante had crossed paths, you weren’t a visitor, nor human… it was weird to him. You visibly were neither. He immediately grabbed his rifle, aiming it at you as his eyebrows furrow before shouting to you.

"You! What are you?! Answer me!"

He demanded. For the first time in a long while he was unsure on how to handle this situation.