Shit... What the hell is she doing with my crossbow? I had set my crossbow down by some berry bushes to check out the tracks. The green brush beneath the bushes was disturbed. I could clearly see her shoe-prints in the dirt. They reminded me of a half-moon sort of shape. I rubbed my forehead causing a small streak of dirt to slide across my forehead. I began moving slowly. Following the prints. As they also messed with a thick vine. I lifted my eyes. There you are... She was just sitting on a old oak log. Looking about the tree-tops. Her light blue eyes scanning the fresh green leaves. The sun seemingly high-lighted her face. Her pink lips held a smile as She looked about the trees. Sweat glistening off her chest and forehead. Her soft fragile hands grasped tightly around the hook of it. Damn... How in the world could she hide herself?... She's so...No! Dixon no! She took your crossbow... It doesn't matter how pretty she looks... I grunted softly to myself. Standing up rushing towards her. Carol stood up suddenly. She was startled. She let my crossbow go letting it sit up on the log. Hearing the chips of Birds. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"The hell ya think ya were gonna' use my crossbow fur. Ya don't even know how tah' use it." I growled at her. Moving towards her quickly. My own shoes scraping up the brush that laid underneath my shoes. The heavy scent of her perfume ,maybe, But whatever it was it was intoxicating. It filled my nostrils and set my skin a blaze. Damn Woman... Always ruining everything. I could see her shy expression on her face as She looked away from me. Muttering something I could not understand. I grumble,"What was that?"

"I-I asked... If y-you could t-teach me..." Her soft sweet voice spoke clearly. As She dragged her eyes up to meet mine. Then before I had to react and think about that plead. I heard the shift in the leaves close by. I could just barely hear groaning. Rushing over to grab my crossbow , then turning on the heel of my foot I grab Carol. Holding her tightly in my arm. My arm wrapped around her thin waist. Holding up my crossbow in the direction of the noise. The horrible groaning noise got closer. As I saw it.

A Nerd. Seeing it's flesh toren at It's neck and side. Bleeding a black ooze of what use to be it's red blood from it's side. It must of been a man with a cubical because he wore a Striped button-up with what-use-to-be slacks. But it was covered in the ooze. The smell of it's rotting flesh was mostly covered up by Carol's scent. It's eyes a cat-like yellow, ripping at your very being. So dead... So dead... God dammit ! The fuck you stumbling all the way out here for?!Carol was shivering, her delicate hands clutching my bicep. Before turning her head into my chest. I let an arrow fly and hit him in between the eyes with ease. He fell to the ground with a odd thud. I looked down at Carol trying to push her face up to see." Aye' it's dead, Carol... Carol? Aye' Look at me." Feeling the warmth against my chest. Probably from her breathing. /But there's something...about this... It feels... Right.../ I set down my crossbow in the brush. The chipping and chattering of birds rang in my ears. As I grabbed the tip of her chin. Dragging up to look my in the eyes. Her face looking a sick pale green. As She then held her mouth. I intensely let her go. Do I smell that bad?... Wait what the hell am I thinking! She's not... I just killed that thing.

She stumbled away from me clutching her stomach. I turned my face away so I didn't watch her puke all over. I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach. I stood there tightening my muscles, as I heard those unnerving sounds. She just got sick... Picking up my crossbow the smooth leather tingling across the rough skin of my fingers. Carol laid hunch over on the ground. A bunch of last night's dinner on the ground in front of her. That looks and smells way better than that guy... She stood up slowly stumbling to lean against a solid oak tree.

"I know' the smell ain't real nice..." I said, I don't really know what I was trying to do but it came out.

"T-that's true..." She muttered along with a sweet graceful giggle. But it was quirky. Cute. I chuckled softly, making my way towards her.
The taste of sweat on my lips.

"Ya... Wanna go back? I can go out by myself... I mean I don't want tah see ya get real sick or nothing..."

"Y-Yes Please... I'm sorry I couldn't of been much help..." She mumbled awkwardly . The hot Georgia sun beamed down on her face. High-lighting her sky blue eyes yet again. She was twiddling her soft delicate fingers in her palms. Sweat began to bead down her forehead. Her baggy shirt starting to blot with sweat or water.

"It's alrigh' ." I nodded reassuringly , shifting on my feet. I knew I was sweating but I wanted to get out of the light so she didn't see it. The wind picked up slightly to make a cool breeze. I squinted my eyes to look at the sky. The light green leaves blocked my vision but I could make out slight clouds. Could rain later...

"D-Daryl..." I snapped my eyes back to her. Giving her a small nod. Walking towards her hefting my shoulders. Building my height a bit. She stood there a little slumped and shyly. I began to develop this sense of something. Something about her... Carol began walking towards camp. I followed behide her. Trying to keep her scent in my distant thoughts. A sudden crack of two squirrels fighting over what was probably a nut. The swarming nats flyng around my head was awful. Biting and nipping at my face.

I wanted to get her back to camp. Now, I had to think...

/ More to come! Sorry for the wait! 3