Pam still had many questions about how exactly Roxy had pulled her from that accident. But for now, she focused on hooking the back end of the truck to the RV. It was the biggest vehicle they had with towing capacity. Though, not the best for the job.

Sadly the truck was their fastest mode of transportation. It had taken some time to put the RV back together in the first place. About two days. Two days of just hard work. Fixing this mess might take longer. Depending on the damage.

She scrambled out of the way as the truck slowly scraped against the pit. A few of the wooden spears were jammed into the grill. One of the tires was popped. The windshield was just about gone. The window on Pams side was busted.

A surprising number of infected had been offed. Pam checked them over. Some faces she knew. Roxy's mother was among them. Pam turned that corpse in particular so the face wouldn't be seen. No need to put the poor thing through that twice.

Her own brother seamed to be impaled on one of the spikes. Very dead. He bled out ages ago. Pam sighed. Climbing out of the pit. There was boomer bile all over the place. But, with that special gone, things could be safer.

And heavens knew, those women needed to rest. Roxy's nose had been set as best it could. It would take a while to heal, but it was far from fatal. Sadly, the hunter and Jockey were not among the dead number. And their little chicken thief was far from absent. He hadn't found the trap yet.

Something had been clearing the trap for the past few nights. But nothing looked to trip it. Which either meant their hunter was smart enough to avoid the lever. At least they'd had time to set up a decent cage for it. Using the old pig shed and re-tooling it to hold a single infected.

Pam jogged behind the truck as it dragged on the ground behind the RV. Trying to catch up to the hulking vehicle. She hopped in the truck cabin instead. Managing to catch up to it. They pulled into the farm shortly after.

Pulling into the driveway slowly, Pam finally heard something she'd been waiting for. Angry shrieks and growls from the direction of their trap. The two women retrieved a rifle. Limping towards the trap.

Unfortunate, it wasn't the scene they were expecting. As opposed to a hunter locked in a trap and furiously demanding release, it was a completely different hunter rolling on the ground. Clutching his head. Crazed laughter caught Pams attention.

The jockey spilled to the ground, body mangled beyond reason from large claws. "Shit. It's these two." Roxy dispatched the small one quickly, before he could pounce. The hunter stopped it's wailing to stare at them. A crimson trickle caught Pams eyes.

"Oh buddy. You got messed up." She raised her rifle. The hunter staggered back. Standing upright unsteadily. It bolted instantly. Preferring to fight another day, as opposed to being killed or captured. Both women just stood. Shifting uncomfortably.

Pam took the time to examine the Jockey's body. This one was highly emaciated. Frail. It was laced with scars from the earlier fight. She took notes. Pam had taken to keeping a book on her person. Allowing her to keep track of her findings.

She'd compare her notes with Roxy not long after. The meat was still in the trap. However it was sent on it's side. Something long was trapped under it. She just caught a whiff of something in the air, but brushed it off. It sort of smelled like cigarettes but with a more muggy tone to it.

Pam prodded it with a stick. There was only one venomous species of snake in their region. But it was always best to air on the side of caution. Better safe than sorry. When no movement was found, and no angry hissing followed, they took the time to examine the object.

It was rope like and snapped off at the end. They trailed it's direction to the source. A lanky corpse lay before them. Chest ripped open. Judging by the large tumors on it's neck, this thing used to be a smoker. Pam sighed.

The smoker's passing was a shame. It would have been a better subject than some springy ass hunter. Roxy covered her mouth. Trying not to look at the corpse it's self. "God. That's just... That's fucked up."

"Yeah. Looks like he got hit by that hunter... He's not at all starving though." Pam checked the trap once more. Heaving a sigh. "And here's why. Looks like he's been emptying our traps for a while. And it was just a fight over food."

"Great. So they're food aggressive... I'll cover the trap again. Can you drag that thing away from here? Too many dead infected might scare off the big guy." The 'big guy' was what Roxy had come to call their frequent visitor.

Pam actually took the time to bury both the Jockey and the smoker. Sadly, even through the tumors, Pam recognized the lanky infected. He was actually a decent guy. Local store owner. Always had a smile on his face. She put him under the earth with a small, soft sigh.

Sure enough, the trap was set to rights while Pam disposed of the bodies. However, it had been moved a short ways away from it's old location. Probably to trip up the hunter and finally trap the bastard.

She eased her way through the field. The cattle were grazing lazily on a new field. The chickens excitedly sped after stray grasshoppers. Steam from a well prepared meal wafted out the window. Allowing Pam a decent whiff.

She entered the house to find Roxy staring at a list, and a small sketch on the table. Limping slowly to the stew pot, Pam served up two bowls. Setting them on the table shortly after. She eased herself to the table, pulling a fresh breadroll from the table and dipping it into the broth.

"Pam... We aren't going to be leaving the farm for a while." Roxy sighed, leaning on the papers. Her elbow almost dipped into the stew for just a moment before she noticed it. Pam heaved a sigh. Gripping her aching ribs.

"It's that bad?"

"No... But we are. You're all busted up, I'm all busted up. The truck's all busted up. I think it's best if we slow down a bit." Roxy's eyes met with Pams. The taller woman smiled, and returned to her meal.

"True that. Hey! Why don't we throw on an old movie or two tonight? Only a few infected around so... You know." Pam wavered a hand in the air. Of course, they had a tone of work to do. And the fact that Pam had to do it so badly injured made every day misery.

So any little comfort was greatly appreciated. Pam longed for the days when she would laze about and let herself heal. But those days were gone. What was left was a routine of survival that was starting to become soothing.

After the animals were locked in for the night. The two women sat together. Watching some Disney movie Pam could hardly stay awake for. The melodies sung were nostalgic, that was all that mattered. The zombies were mostly gone. They only had two hunters to worry about.

All was well. All was calm. All was... Screaming. Rage filled shrieks echoed through the mountains. Both women flinched. It was obviously one of the two hunters, clearly in the trap. But which one, and where was the other?

The two women sat. Silent between them. One of the cats darted under the sofa. The dog hiding behind a kitchen chair, and the other cat climbing high. Both women turned to one another. It wasn't safe to go out at night.

But they sure as hell weren't sleeping with that around. The echoing screams turned into desperate shrieks as time passed by. Then, silence. It was decided to check on the hunter in the morning. Too risky to do it now.

Periodically, their guest would start screaming and crying in distress through the evening. In the morning, it was assumed he'd be waiting for them. Angry and snarling. Instead, upon approaching the trap, their livestock killer was sleeping.

His hands were fairly blistered from shaking the wire cage all night. The other hunter no where to be seen. No other infected around. Both Pam and Roxy turned to one another smiling. They each found a stick to use as a pole.

Jamming each stick through the cage, they both looped a rope through it. The noise woke the hunter eventually. Bewildered and confused, the received a deep growl from their captive. It took a while, but they managed to hook the bull up to the makeshift sled.

Neither woman was strong enough to carry the already weighty cage, especially not with a full grown man in it. Pam eyed his hands as he adjusted to the movement. Lashing out at the two at any moment he could.

It took some effort to get him into the shed. Behind the gate and into the quarantined room. He gave no quarter when it came to resistance. Pam haphazardly threw a few chunks of meat in. The infected paused.

A dish of water was shoved through a small slit. Basically confirming he'd have what he needed to survive. However, the infected was far more focused on the women before it. "So~. What's the plan here?"

Roxy's eyes met Pams. The taller woman shrugged, then glanced back in to the hunter before her. "To be honest, I don't... Fuck Rox. I already said I didn't have much of a plan after confirming they eat. We could just pop him now. Hell we could have done it while he was in the trap."

"Well what makes this bastard so special anyways?" Roxy poked the infected in the chest with the barrel of her gun. Angering it. Pam took the time to note his behavior. Oddly upright in comparison to others of his class. Usually they'd crawl like some kind of cat.

Though he seamed to struggle. He stayed upright. Despite having the room to drop down if he wanted to. He hissed. Mock charged, and snarled with anger. Spitting and swatting at the cage. Towering over Roxy and coming eye to eye with Pam while upright.

This continued for a short time, while the two women discussed his fate. When he finally quieted, he balled up in the back corner. Still clearly agitated, but quiet. Pams eyes landed on him. Her brow arching. "I... I haven't seen much on the special infected. So maybe, It'd be worth while to take notes. While we have him."

Roxy hummed. Biting her knuckle. "Yeah... Guess so. Maybe take some notes." A Rising shriek caused both women to eye the hunter. He mock charged once more, then tucked as far as he could into the opposite corner.

"This... Just feels wrong. On all levels." Roxy sighed.

Dinner was...Interesting. The hunter outside finished his temper tantrum an hour ago. But he'd made a hell of a noise. The girls sat on the porch, weapons in hand. Picking at their meals with hurried nibbles and wary swallows.

Any noise that wasn't them, or the hunter, had a rifle pointed at it for a second. About a dozen grasshoppers ended up at gunpoint that night. None the less, the yowling man eventually halted his assault on their eardrums.

No infected were drawn in. Meaning any left were either out of earshot, or unable to get to them. Good news for once. However, he might have been a risk. They'd decide in the morning. Both women took that silent time and slept.

In the morning. Roxy returned inside from an excursion to the yard. A grimace on her face. "He didn't eat." Pam paused. Staring down at the red head.

"Well. We'll watch him. Maybe figure something out." There wasn't much else they could do.