Rusty Saw: Post-apocalyptica

The rusty saw lay abandoned in the middle of the field. When he saw it, he stopped, cautious. A saw was a mighty prize, but that somebody left it lying worried him. He sank into a crouch, easing the walking pack from his back, and sidled around. He tried to see every angle as an enemy would, to see whether there was a hunting group clustered behind the forever-silenced tractor, to decide if the pattern of the waving wheat meant that somebody was lying prone--

Inspiration: Choosing the "rusty" skin for the Windows Media player.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Woo! Post-apocalyptic! /fake enthusiasm