“Breath in…” Eagle Flies murmured into your ear, his hands on your hips to keep your stance correct. You were wielding his bow, the young man having allowed you to borrow it for today, the string pulled back tight with an arrow notched.

“... And out.”

You released the arrow, and it pierced the skull of the zombie you’d been aiming at. If you had to name one thing this strange undead nightmare was good for, it’d be target practice.