He was tall, muscular, and handsome. His dark brown hair was messy any time of the day. All of the girls swooned when he walked passed them, but he never felt comfortable with any girl that loved him only for his well put together face. He knew Catherine, the bravest of the group, the one willing to shoot just about anyone in the head if they were bit. "If they're bit, they're already dead..." she would say.
He liked that about her, she was kind of... emotionless at this point. He had seen her laugh, he had seen her yelling in anger, but yet had he seen her cry. In fact, no one in the group had seen her cry. Not since she had to kill her own parents when they were bit. Never had she seen a more horrific sight, and she never will. Nothing affected her anymore, she killed her best friend two weeks ago without hesitating to pull the trigger on the freshly turned walker. "It's not her anymore..." she said that right before pulling the trigger. After that, she slowly lowered the pistol and stared at the dead body, disgust was the only emotion she presented.
That's why he liked her, she was like a rock in most situations, yet so full of personality. Oh, but his name? "H-hey Catherine." He spoke hesitantly to Catherine "yeah?" Her voice sounded uninterested. "Do you maybe... wanna go see if we can find anything useful up at the town tomorrow?" Catherine raised an eyebrow "you mean, like some kind of weird apocalypse date?" She picked up her rifle and began wiping down the outside with a towel "y-yeah, I guess..." Catherine nodded "yeah, sure." He widened his eyes "r-really?" Catherine looked up from her rifle "yeah, now get out of my tent before I change my mind, K." He realized too late that he was indeed in Catherine's tent, somewhere no one went unless it was serious.
K quickly walked back to his tent to get some extra sleep before tomorrow, since the moon was already mid-point.