As we ate around the fire, the group kept thanking me, well not shane but I didn't expect him to, I brushed them off with a shrug and a nod, I mean, why do they keep going, its just deer.
I laid my head on my dads shoulder and he glanced at me as I nibbled at my food, blinking.
" You tired? " he asked and I shook my head denying it, I wanted to stay up late like everyone else.
He just chuckled at my stubbornness, he stood up setting my food aside, that was fine I wasn't that hungry no more, He lifted me up in his arms and I buried my face in his neck closing my eyes, he walked me to the tent and laid me in my sleeping bag, pulling my boots off.
" Why'd you cut your hand off daddy? " I asked quietly. " Did you think we wouldn't come? " I asked
" I knew you would come, I just didn't know if officer friendly would tell you the truth of what he did. " dad said, I looked up at him and gave him a tight hug, he chuckled laying me back down and I yawned and closed my eyes.
He patted my head lightly before leaving the tent and I smiled opening my eyes, I reached into my bag and pulled out the old picture of my mom, Dad didn't like to talk about her, she had died giving birth to me and no matter how much my dad denied it, I knew it had hurt him.
I had gotten some of her looks that's for sure, he long curly brown hair, the freckles and dimples, her nose and smile is what my Dad had said once, I had my dad's eyes though.
I smiled at the woman I had never met, before the dead had risen to eat us all, I used to talk to the picture, weird but it helped me cope that I didn't have a mom.
I set the picture back and I buried my face into my pillow and I slowly drifted off to sleep.