I know the this chapter and the last are shorter but I'm just trying to prolong this story for awhile.
Daryl walked out of the house and stretched to get ready for his hunting trip. He saw Carol staring over at the once empty house down the street.
"What are you starin' at?" He asked standing next to her.
"The new girl fell asleep on her porch." Carol smiled.
"Figured. I saw her when I came in last night reading some books. Probably uppity." He said.
"No. She seems pretty laid back and shy. Not 'uppity' at all." Carol walked down the stairs.
"Ya' gonna wake her up?" Carol nodded.
"I'm also going take her to the clinic to show her around. You know she was a doctor. That can come in handy with major injuries." Carol said.
"Like I said uppity." Daryl stared at the woman stretching on the porch swing and scuffed.
Carol walked up Kat's porch and knocked lightly on the porch swing. Kat jumped up dropping her books but not without hitting her shoulder. Kat yelped and got off the swing.
"Sorry to wake you! I just wanted to see if you were okay." Carol said as she helped Kat stand up straight.
"It's okay. I needed to get up anyways." Kat yawned.
"I also came by to ask you if you wanted to spend sometime down at the clinic to get familiar when you get better." Carol said.
"Yeah sure! Let me just get ready."
Kat spent the whole day with Carol at the town's little clinic. They talked about what they were doing before the world went to hell and what they did to survive this long.
"Sorry to about your camp but these men you said didn't they have a camp?" Carol asked.
"I'm not sure. I think they were hunters. My camp ran into them before but we were able to lose them for a while." Carol nodded.
"So you were a doctor?"
"Yeah. I was in my second year of residency when everything happened. So I was mostly treating patients. Sometimes I was in the emergency room."
"Good. We're going to need that here if anything bad happened." Carol said. Suddenly there was a bang on the front door. Carol sighed.
"Hold on one second." Carol walked out of the room and answered the front door. Daryl came barging in.
"What happened?" Carol asked.
"Damn that head bitch in charge! Tell me where I can and can not go." Daryl yelled.
"Daryl calm down. What did she say?"
"She said I can't go hunting! That's it. No explanation or nothin'!"
"I'm pretty sure she had a good reason that she's not telling us. Just go talk to Rick or Maggie. They probably know what's going on." Carol said. Daryl huffed and walked out. Carol sighed and shut the door behind him. She went back into the same room Kat was in.
"What was that?" Kat asked.
"Nothing. Just a friend freaking out about something." Carol smiled.
Kat walked back to her home slowly. She like that cool breeze and the sound of bird chirping. It almost felt like there wasn't a whole different terrifying world out there beyond those walls. Then out of no where someone bumped into her shoulder. She turned around and saw a guy with a crossbow walking with Rick bumped her without so much of an apology.
"Dickhead." Kat said as she turned back around and walked away.
"Fucking bitch." Daryl said as he turned around. He wanted to yell at her but Rick pulled him back.
"Calm down Daryl and leave her be. She's been through it."
"And what I haven't?" Daryl growled.
"Why is it so important that you need to go hunting?" Rick asked.
"I-I just need something to do.." Daryl said.
"There's plenty of thing you can do within the walls."
"Like what?" Daryl yelled.
"You can keep watch at the gates?" Rick suggested. Daryl groaned. Ever since they came here, he's been restless. Daryl has had the need to just wonder around and hunt. Something he was familiar with.
"I'm goin' back to the house." Daryl grumbled. On his way there he saw Carl going towards the new girl's house. He wanted to ask what his business was going over there but he didn't have the strength to do so.
Carl wasn't always curious about new comers but with how his dad and some of the group talked about her, he wanted to meet her. He walked up the porch to Kat reading her books.
"Hi." He said. Kat looked up from her book and smiled.
"Hello. What's your name?"
"Carl. You're Kat, right?" Carl asked.
"Are there other Kats here?" She laughed. Carl smirked.
"How old are you anyways? You looked younger then I expected." He asked.
"I just think that's good genetics but I'm 36 going on 37 years old." Kat smiled. Carl whistled.
"I know ancient." Kat laughed.
"Are you trying to fix your shoulder?" Carl asked. Kat nodded.
"It's no point in just sitting around here. Gotta make myself better enough to help and to find my family." Kat said.
"Are they still alive?"
"I think they are. Well at least I hope they are.." It got silent between the two. Kat has been noticing that a lot when talking about lost family members.
"I think they're alive too." Carl smiled. Kat gave him a nod and he walked off the porch and back home.
Daryl watched Carl walk back home. He looked at the woman read her book. He thought that she looked familiar but he couldn't put a finger on it. He decided that it wouldn't be wise to be worrying about the past.
