I woke up to the sound of moving outside the tent. The sun lit up the walls of the tent, making me wonder what the hell time it was. I looked around me, seeing Daryl was gone. I sat up, sighing as I got dressed. I grabbed one of Daryl's t-shirts, tying it in the back. I threw on a pear of black jeans and my boots, then threw my hair into a ponytail. I popped my neck as I walked outside, but almost ran into Daryl. He smirked a bit, then held up a plate. "You slept a couple hours late... Here." There was scrambled eggs, peaches, and a home made biscuit on a plate. I smiled. "Well, aren't you just the perfect boyfr-" I stopped, biting my bottom lip and laughing a bit at myself. Daryl wasn't the type of guy to want that title, and that was just obvious in his personality. I was surprised when his lips went to my ear. "Call me whatever." He mumbled, kissing the spot between my jaw line and ear. I felt my cheeks heat up, but sat down and looked to the ground as I ate my food.
After breakfast I was approached by Hershel. "Katherine... We're moving you guys into the house in the next couple of days.... Okay? The swamps are frozen, and the lake is growing an ice top now, so..." I nodded. "Alright... I'll let them all know.." He nodded, then gulped. He had hardly said much to me since the bar, and I guess I couldn't blame him. I snapped at him... I sighed as he walked away, then went over to Rick. "Hershel's moving us into the house..." He nodded a bit. "Really? Me and Lori were just talking about how cold it was getting." I nodded. "I have to go on a couple runs before winter hits too bad.." I huffed. "We have plenty of supplies.... But you never know..." Rick nodded. "We could do that this evening... Or when we take Randle off grid and let him go." I raised an eyebrow. "You guys didn't..." He shook his head. "I couldn't... We're gonna do the right thing..." I played with my thumb nails for a moment. "The right thing ain't always the humane one..." "I thought you wanted him alive?" Rick gave me a look, and I sighed. "I don't know... Don't ask for my opinion on something like this..." "Why not?" I shook my head. "Just... Don't. I'm going on a hunt... Talk to you later."
I walked through the woods, my bow tightly in my grip as I watched every movement that came around me. It was quiet, but I could hear the trees rustle every now and then. I had a couple squirrels tied to my hip, but that wasn't much. I saw a snake, then shoved my boot onto its head quickly, taking my knife off of my belt and cutting off the head. It wasn't very big, but it was better than nothing. I decided to keep going, so I could get enough for everyone. I noticed some tracks, and automatically knew they were deer tracks. I followed them up to the river, seeing a nicely sized doe trying to drink. I drew my bow back, letting the arrow slip through my finger tips and crash into the deer's side. It fell, and I ran over to it, slicing its neck so it died quicker. I never liked killing anything, but when I hunted I always made sure that I killed it quickly, and as painless as possible. I cracked my neck, then sighed. I grabbed the deer and started dragging, mumbling slings of cuss words as I went. I finally got it close enough to the farm, then tied it up on a tree, high enough that walkers couldn't get to it. I ran down to the farm, hopping into a truck. "Where are you going?" Carl asked. "Go get the deer I just killed.... Wanna come?" He smiled widely as he hopped into the truck.
We rode down, seeing that two walkers were snarling and snapping at the deer. I rolled my eyes. "Stay." I mumbled as I grabbed my knife. I ran at the first one while it was still distracted by the deer, sliding my knife into its head. The other one noticed me, trying to take a bite, but I kicked it back. I threw the knife into its skull, then pulled it out. I put it back after wiping the walker's blood on its shirt, then cut the rope of the deer. It fell, and I heard the car door. Carl came beside me, helping me tug on the deer until it was in the flatbed of the truck. "Hey Kat?" He asked as we slid back into our seats. "Do you miss her?" He mumbled, twiddling his thumbs. "Who?" I asked, although I already knew the answer. "Sofia..." I sighed, leaning back against the seat a bit more. "Of course I do... It's okay to miss someone..." He nodded. "But you act so strong about it... You didn't cry when she came out of the barn.... I did." I shook my head. "The strongest are the ones who can show emotion, and still be strong... I'm not strong enough to do that... So I don't show that emotion." He slowly nodded, and I pulled up to the camp.
I was skinning the buck as Lori came over, gagging a bit at the sight. "You still ain't got used to it?" I asked with a slight smirk. She sighed. "I know, I know Kat." I sighed. "It's all right, being pregnant can give ya a weaker stomach..." I mumbled under my breathe. She sighed, sitting next to where I was working. "I just... I don't know Katherine... I don't even know how much I honestly want this baby." I felt the grip on my knife tighten, and I shoved it into the deer. "Then maybe you shoulda learned what a condom is... With both of dem guys." I growled a bit. She looked down, obviously ashamed of herself. And she needs to be. Lady needs to learn to close her damn legs. "Hey..." I heard Rick behind me. I thought he was talking to Lori, but he was talking to me. "We're about to have a funeral for Dale... I figured you'd wanna s-" "Nope, I'm busy..." I mumbled, going back to the deer. Rick sighed. "Kat..." I turned to him. "I said no, Rick." He shook his head at me. "So you're not gonna mourn? You didn't come to Sofia's either..." I turned, glaring darkly at him. I pushed my knife into the buck's skull, then took a step towards Rick. "Why don't you try it... To go to the funeral of a person, when all you can even remember is the look on their face when you pulled a trigger to their skull... But you'll never be able to do that, will you? Because you're never gonna have the balls to do it..." His face softened and he lightly shook his head. "No, I...." I threw my hand up, not wanting to here whatever he had to say. "Go fuckin' mourn, but I'm good right here, doing something productive for the group... And take Ms. Homie-Hopper with ya." Lori scoffed, but they both left, heads down. They didn't even look at each other, but rather than feel bad, I went back to my buck.
After about an hour of working it started to get dark, and I couldn't help but feel relieved when everyone began laying in their tents. I felt arms around me, and I was about to strike, but a soothing voice stopped me. "Hey..." Was all he mumbled in my ear. I smiled a bit, leaning back onto him. "Ya okay? I heard ya kinda yelled at Lori and Rick..." I shrugged. "They got on my nerves..." I mumbled. He nodded a bit, his chin now resting on my head. "What'd he say anythin' about?" I shrugged a bit, but Daryl only nudged me and turned me around to him. "Don't give me that... Talk to me." I sighed. "Somethin' about Sof..." I mumbled, kicking the dirt as my eyes guided to my feet. He lifted me up by my chin, forcing my gaze to his eyes. He kissed my forehead. We finished the deer, then Daryl grabbed my wrist. "C'mon. Let's to to bed."
