A few hours later the hunter came to with an excruciating pain resonating in his head. He tried to bring his hands to his head but couldn't and realized that his hands were tied behind his back as were his feet were tied together. "What the hell?" The hunter thought. Glancing around he realized he was still in the cabin in the exact place he had fallen after being attacked. The last thing he remembered was seeing a girl. He had been disarmed while he took his involuntary nap and he didn't much like the thought of not knowing where his weapons were.

The hunter did the only thing he thought he could do and yelled out, "HEY!" His voice was hoarse and ragged and it scratched his throat when he spoke. He didn't care, he wanted answers and he wanted to be gone. "Hey!" He shouted again. "Shh," A short, brown haired girl said as she entered from the outside. "I just killed four walkers since you've been here, I don't want to attract anymore." She slung the crossbow down on the dusty couch and crossed her arms. "Good morning."

"What the fuck is this all about?" The hunter demanded. "Did you do this to me?"

"See anyone else around here? Anyone else capable of taking down an intruder with just a cast iron skillet?" The mystery girl cocked her head to the side and placed a hand on her hip."

"You cheated," The hunter said as he put himself into a sitting position. "Can't hit a man when his back is turned. Face to face woulda been a fair fight." His face twisted in pain as he tried to find a comfortable position on the floor.

"You came in here, weapons drawn, uninvited. At least you had the decency to knock before you trespassed on this property."

"Looking at the place you can't blame someone for assuming it was abandoned."

The girl chuckled and bit her lower lip. The hunter noticed how her eyes sparkled as she let out an airy laugh. The girl was pretty, but there wasn't enough pretty in this world that would make him trust someone who attacked him with his back turned.

"Do I get an explanation? An apology? Can I be untied and have my weapons returned? Sent on my way?"

"One thing at a time, not like either of us are pressed for time." The girl grabbed the hunter's knife and walked towards him. With a blank expression she asked, "Are you trying to kill me?"

"I wasn't, but I kinda want to now."

"What do you want?"

"I came in here looking for supplies. Like I told you, I thought the place was abandoned. I was gonna pick through what I could if I could. I knocked, no one answered so I guessed the place was abandoned."

"What are you? Why are you alone?"

The hunter then proceeded to tell his story, the one about the prison and how he lost his last group and how he ended up being alone. He told the girl that he was a hunter, a hunter of animals and the un-dead and he assured her that he wouldn't kill the living unless his life depended on it. The whole time he spoke the girl watched him. She hung onto every word coming out of his mouth. Since the turn she had been very wary of who she trusted, but there was something about this hunter that relaxed her. The sound of his voice, the way his mouth moved as he formed his words, it was all so intriguing to her. Without letting him finish his story she walked over with the knife and cut the ropes that tied his hands and feet.

The hunter stopped mid-sentence as the girl stooped down beside him to cut the rope. Her complexion was fair, and her hair was a darker brown than he originally thought. He felt her hand graze his arm as she moved from his hands to his feet. "Thank you." His whisper was barely audible, but loud enough for her to hear and acknowledge his thanks with a nod of her head. For a brief second they made eye contact and the hunter noticed that her eyes were the greenest green he had ever seen. Feeling embarrassed the girl started working quicker to cut the ropes off his legs, like she wanted to get away as fast as possible. The hunter never moved and never made a sound after that. He just watched as she cut the rope and then finally gathered the rope pieces and threw them in a pile on the floor in a corner.

"My weapons?" The hunter asked.

"I said one thing at a time." The girl replied, wiping sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. "I don't know you, therefore I don't trust you. You gotta earn that trust if we're gonna be together for a while."

"Who said anything about me and you sticking together?"

The girl's eyes flicked from his down to below his belt where he was sporting an erection of reasonable size. "No one had to say a word." Of course the hunter had no idea, he was too immersed in this mystery girl's eyes to realize that he was massively turned on. The hunter tried to re-position himself to hide it but the damage was already done. The girl giggled at the sight of the embarrassed hunter.

"Can I at least have your name?" The hunter asked.

"Ana."

"Ana, I'm Daryl and I'm a firm believe of always finishing what you start." He gestured towards his penis, still standing at full attention and then locked eyes with Ana, a slight smile curled up at the corners of his mouth.

This made Ana laugh loudly and she reached out and picked up Daryl's crossbow. She crossed the room to him and gently placed it on the floor next to him. Cupping his face in her hand she stared deep into his blue eyes. "I said, 'one thing at a time'." She spoke slowly and made sure to enunciate every syllable that came across her lips. Then without prevocation she slapped Daryl hard across the cheek, stood up and quickly left him sore and confused.