I apologize for the God-awful wait. I've been working a lot and they gave me more hours recently. But, here is a new chapter that I hope you all like. I think you will all get a little enjoyment at the end of the chapter (:

Let me know what you thought and I hope you're all into this still! Follow/ Favorite if you're new, and leave a review? :D

The day felt as though it was going on forever. The group walked long periods at a time, stopping briefly for a drink and continuing.

Harley could walk dramatically better, no longer having to limp. There was still a wound to be healed, but it didn't hold her back. It's amazing how quickly your body heals while you sleep.

"We can set up here," Rick said, looking at the woods beside them. Immediately they set up the trip wire border and started a fire.

This was a temporary spot for them to take a rest and eat.

"How hungry are you, scale of 1 to 10?" Rick asked Carl who answered with, "15."

He looked to Michonne who said, "28." Then to Harley.

"Ah, come on, those numbers are weak. I'm gonna have to say 1,000." Everyone smiled, even Rick.

He held the can in the flame from a stick. "Well, it's been a while. I'm gonna go check the snares."

"Can I go with you?" Carl asked, putting a smile on Rick's face. Harley knew that struck a chord in Rick's emotions, instantly making him happier.

"Well, how else you gonna learn?" Carl's smile made Harley smile to herself. She liked this.

Rick kicked dirt over the fire, "you guys too."

The group walk a little ways from camp, running into a lone walker whom they quickly took out. They reached the trap and to Rick's excitement, a small rabbit had gotten itself caught.

He explained how it worked and how it's set up, the information seemingly making it's way through one of Harley's ears and out the other. She bit her lip, watching Rick explain until a loud call for help interrupted.

Carl immediately made a run towards the yell, everyone chasing after him. Rick caught him before getting them all into trouble.

"You can't help him!" Rick told him. The man screamed in agony as a large group of walkers overpowered him. "Come on," Rick said, everyone running away, slowing down when they reached more on the traintracks, feeding on another.

As soon as they got far enough away, they slowed to a walking pace. That situation put a dent in their plan, causing them to lose energy.

"Here, you'll need this," Rick handed her a knife that was similar to the one she had to leave behind.

"Thank you," she took it and looked at it. Finally she had a weapon again. No need to improvise with sticks again.

"There's gotta be some food around here somewhere," Michonne said as they walked a road.

"Hey look," Carl pointed out a beat up vehicle in the distance.

Weapons ready, they inched closer, preparing for walkers. Carl searched the vehicle and Michonne took out a walker that looked about as flat as the ground it was stuck to.

"We can stay here," Rick said, "just for the night," he circled the car, "we can sleep inside."

A new fire was made as the sky started to show gradation from bright pink hues to a dark blue, spotted with faint star lights.

Rick wasted no time preparing the rabbit. Harley watched with a disgusted look. Even in this crap she had a heart.

He stuck the small chunks of bloodied meat to some pointed sticks and gave one to each of them.

They all swirled their meat in the fire, watching it change from raw to a dark glazed color. It looked more appetizing the more it cooked in the flame.

The sky darkened quickly, and before they knew it, the fire was the only light they had.

Harley took a bite out of the rabbit meat, chewing with her eyes closed. "Not the worst thing I've ever tasted, but BBQ sauce would greatly improve this."

"I second that," Michonne agreed.

"Maybe some of that amazing sauce they use on Sesame Chicken," Harley continued, fantasizing about the foods and tastes she loved. She and everyone took food, taste for granted. You don't think you're going to miss something as simple as a taste, as though it were a family member that passed away, until it happens; The day you have to go without a single piece of food.

"This could go a lot easier if you'd stop talking about delicious food," Michonne laughed. It was also nice to see her genuinely laugh. You know a person has strength when they're sitting in the middle of the road during the apocalypse, with nothing but the clothes on their back, nothing to lose anymore and everything to gain, hardly a reason to live, and they just laugh.

The sky had darkened almost completely, leaving them to the light of their fire.

It was silent a moment, everyone just taking the moment in. Harley crossed her arms, resting both of her hands on the inner cup of her elbows. She forgot she had on the jacket that Rick gave her, and although it wasn't initially his, she still treated it as such. She pushed on the sleeves, making the heat of her hands go through the fabric and couldn't help but let out a small smile.

"What's on your mind over there?" Carl blew up her spot. If they had better light, they'd of seen her cheeks blare red. It's not like they could hear her every thought, but it did making her thoughts crash into each other.

"Oh- I-" she shook her head and giggled, "I probably need sleep," she lied. Of course she needed sleep, they all did.

"Well there's no need for us all to be awake," Rick spoke. "Michonne and I will keep an eye out for a bit longer. Harley, you and Carl can go in the car and get some rest. You're gonna need it."

She shook her head, "no, I- I don't need to sleep, I can look out with you two." She didn't mean to give off the idea that she was tired.

"We're going to come in there in an hour or so, we just want to make sure things are good. No need for all of us to be walking around, it's not safe." She wasn't sure at this point if he really thought that, or if he thought she just wasn't able to handle things.

"I'm more than capable of handling my own," she spat. With everything she's been through, she knows she can handle more than this. This is kid stuff compared to what she's been through, and she wasn't going to be told that she couldn't handle things. Even if she wasn't even told that. Perhaps there is another reason why it bothered her so much.

"That's not what I was saying, I just-"

"I'm going," Harley turned around and went to the car. She opened the door and turned slightly, "goodnight, Michonne," she gave a last look to Rick and hopped in. Carl followed shortly after having a quick word with his dad.

"What the Hell?" Harley asked herself as she watched Carl walking to the car. She was acting like such a little girl and it was unlike her to do that. No one even knew her story, just what she wanted to let out, and that wasn't much.

The door opened and Carl slid in next to her. She smiled, "hey." He returned the smile, "hey." He let out a laugh.

"What's so funny, Carl?" she asked, knowing he was going to mention her and Rick's little spat, argument, whatever you can call it.

"You kind of hinted that you were tired and made a big deal out of it when he said you should go sleep," he smiled. She sighed, "it wasn't supposed to happen like that. I didn't mean what I said, I just-"

"Don't worry," he said. She chuckled, shaking her head and looking out at him and Michonne talking at the fire. "I'm going to go apologize real fast." She opened the door and kicked her legs out, "better not steal my spot," she stuck out her tongue before getting completely out.

She shut the door and prepared herself. She walked to the fire and sat down next to Rick, closer than she wanted. The two looked at her.

"I wanted to apologize to you, Rick. I overreacted to something you said. There was just no need for it." She bit her lip, looking at his eyes. The light of the fire bouncing on and off of his face, giving them a glisten.

"You don't have to apologize," he said, turning away and looking into the fire.

"No, I do. I'm sorry," she stood up and pulled off the jacket, instantly forming goosebumps as the cold air hit her skin. She dangled it next to him, "here."

"You ne-" he began but she took his place, "need it more than I do." She smiled, shaking it a bit so he would take it.

"I'm going to be in there," she pointed to the car, "you need it more than I do." He looked at it and gave in, letting her drop it in his hand.

"Goodnight, Michonne. Rick," she bit her lip unknowingly this time as she walked back.