The gun bearer was a man. Not like the dead scattered in this town, nor the thing that had chased her, but a rational living human. Older than herself, his face depicted a depth carved by the sights of war. He was dressed in a thick grey material that covered most of his body, supplemented by gloves and boots. The clothes held a strange balance between a soldier’s field clothing and that of a hazmat suit. A fabric covered his mouth but his eyes were lucid above it as he stared at her.
