[His eyes close a moment, as though the word's wounded him. There's a strong urge to cover back up again, to be safe, even if it's too late. He nods his head.]

I... I woke up this way... No one else had...

[The dead never responded. He'd tried. He didn't know what made him different.]

I-I hunt... see? [He points to the quiver of arrows over his shoulder.] Rabbits... and things... I don't... want to hurt people... I'm just... trying to live... like everyone else.