Pam awoke early the next morning. Something seamed a little, lighter. Certainly quieter. She made her way down the stairs. Finding Roxy asleep at the table. A sketch was drawn up for an enclosure for their subject.

Honestly, the could re-purpose the grow out shed for it. It would have been faster, and faster meant safer. So, she made her way out of the building. Taking a set of plans for perches and climbing platforms with her. Allowing Roxy to sleep with a cat on her lap, and shoulders.

Working her way to find suitable perches for said plan. On her way, she tossed in a few new chunks of frozen meat. The infected man paused. Glaring at her from his corner. He'd been huddled in a corner, shoulder turned to her. A position Pam knew well. She'd taken it many a time in rehab.

He was uncomfortable, afraid. It must've been the root of his eating trouble. Either that, or perhaps Anorexia but she very much doubted that was the trouble. He was stronger than most men who suffer from such a thing.

She tapped one of the frozen chunks to the bars. Watching him turn to the provided meal. He instantly took to it. Throwing aside the pieces that had thawed. Pam just snickered. Continuing on her path. Finding the downed tree from that doozey of a storm.

She made a point to use the discarded branches that could hold the mans weight. As well as the scrap wood from the tank attack. Glancing at the blueprints every so often. Something chattered not far from her. Causing the woman to flinch.

Roxy was right. The smaller hunter had made his way into the farm. He paced the chicken coop, sniffing and digging. Unfortunately for him, Pam knew how to predator proof. Trying to back away slowly, Pam fell flat on her back. Several of her building materials having caught her knee.

The infected teen turned to the sound. Pausing, sniffing, then leaping towards her with a shriek. Panic rose in Pams chest as he slammed down beside her. His aim was aweful, but she doubted he'd miss at this distance. Pams voice cracked and choked on it's self as she attempted to cry out for aid.

However, the howling and shrieking did not go unnoticed. As answering howls and barks sounded from the contained hunter. The younger seamed to take note of these noises, and fled. Darting for the wall...And slamming face first into it.

Pam stood there, dumbfounded as he scrabbled up the side and over. A resounding yelp indicating a not so soft landing. Roxy came storming from the house, gun raised. "WHERE IS IT?! Where's the-"

"It's gone... We need to hunter proof this place." Pam sighed. She listened as the other crashed through the underbrush. Why wasn't he taking the high road?

That question, and his poor aim plagued Pam's thoughts all day. As they worked on a new containment for their captive hunter, converting the grow out/quarantine shed once more. Having fed the animals and let the cattle out.

The prep work from earlier made the task easier. And soon, they began questioning how to move their new infected. "We should name him." Roxy's voice jarred Pam from her thoughts. She turned to face the smaller woman.

"I mean. He's going to stay with us a while right?" She shrugged. Spurring a bit of laughter from the taller. Pam ran a hand through her white crest. It was starting to fade to black again. She shook her head.

"I could try and snag his wallet. We'll need to knock him out anyhow." The two women stood back and took in their creation. If it were up to them, they'd house him in a big enclosure where he could run and jump. In stead, they had a series of man sized cat trees in a room, in a shed.

It was better then the tiny room he was in now, but if Pam wanted to learn anything about the hunter, she'd have to watch one in action. Both women shared a glance, then made their way to the house. Pam found a few tranquilizers from their vet raid. She'd intended to save these for emergencies, but she'd have been better off raiding a pharmacy.

She drew it into a needle and stared. Now it was a question of getting it into the hunter. She could probably get him close enough using a water bottle. So she filled one, and made her way out to the temporary holding cell. Roxy sat just outside, waiting to be called in for help.

She opened the water bottle, waiting for him to come over. Taking in the fabric of his pants, she wouldn't have a hard time sticking him. They weren't exactly made for the running and jumping hunters were built for.

She managed to pour a fair amount of water both into and over him. Once he leaned close enough to the bars that his left leg began to dent from the wire cage, Pam jabbed the needle in. Slamming the plunger down and removing it. The hunter yelped and found his way back to his corner.

"Sorry." She gave a soft smile in response. Now that she thought of it, it looked like this man had never known a cold day in his life. Most of his clothing was thin, and flimsy. They weren't even very protective. Unlike the Hunter that had attacked her, and ripped up her ear. She placed a hand over the ruined lobe.

They'd examined the other one briefly. He'd been far better equipped for Canadian winters. A solid thump drew her attention back to the hunter. With Roxy's help, they pulled the man towards his new holdings. Pam took this occasion to check his pockets quickly.

She found a wallet with his ID. The name had been blotted out with a black marker. Causing Pam confusion. She searched for drivers licenses or a credit card, gone. The only outstanding thing was that he carried American cash.

She also took the time to examine him a little better. Finding that he was slightly dehydrated, but otherwise in okay shape. A little thin, but he was a picky eater. They set him in the new enclosure and waited until he staggered to his feet.

The infected man seamed to try and remember how legs worked, resembling a squirrel that had eaten too many bad crab apples. He ended up giving up after a minute. Pam took this time to examine his ID again. Asside from the name, not much else was crossed out. He was almost in his thirties. Eye color used to be hazel.

The photo on his ID made it clear he used to have three lip rings. Must've learned the hard way that they were a bad idea. Much like Pam did. They left him to recover a while. Roxy returned to repairing the truck. While Pam kicked around the house for a while.

She'd managed to find a lazer pointer. Something Roxy must have snuck in after their pet store run. And what fun Pam had, propping her leg up, and watching the animals fall over each other to catch that evil red dot.

Watching them spring and stalk after the intangible prey item brought Pams thoughts back to Hunters in general. They moved and behaved much like animals. More so than the other infected. With the exception of the tanks.

A thought crossed her mind, as Scraps joined the 'hunt'. Most animals chased lazer pointers... She Bolted out the door with a wicked grin. Scraps hot on her heals, barking happily. It wasn't long before she was in the shed.

The infected man, now having shaken off the drugs, snarled towards her. Pam was far from bothered. As scraps took his time to first growl at the perceived threat. Their companion snarled back in kind. Backing himself into a corner.

It was now or never. Pam clicked the pointer on, allowing a small red dot to rest just by his hand. She wiggled the light a little. Instantly catching the attention of the hunter. Who, in turn, slapped his hand upon the offending dot.

She shot it to his left. The scary dog, and it's master forgotten, he whipped about to smack the strange intruder. The red light fled from him, and he shot after it. It retreated up onto a branch above his head. He hardly missed a beat and shot up for it.

The dot hit the ground he followed. It fled before he landed and he corrected to land so he could keep the chase going. The light zigzagged, and he followed doggedly behind. Yeowels and growls escaped him as he sped after his new prey.

Pam had to resist the laugh trying to escape her. The dog paced the fence beside the hunter as the chase continued. Roxy had entered the shed beside her, intrigued by the savage noises of their companion.

When all was said and done, the hunter stood gasping for air. He slapped his hand upon the offending object. Raising his hand and examining his palm, he found it there, glowing softly. A smile crept over his face. He lapped it up, and devoured it.

Pam had to give him that win. She even ended up praising him almost as she would a dog. In a bright happy tone. Roxy wasn't far behind. The hunter froze. Staring at them in confusion. Before grumbling and making his way back into his corner.

Only to glance back over his shoulder as the women chatted. Their conversation turning to why the hell Pam even started this silly game. "...Oh COME ON! You can't tell me you weren't wondering if they'd do it too."

That night Pam brought him his frozen supper. Finding a flaw instantly. There was no slot for food. Heaving a sigh, Pam opened the door, threw the contents of her bucket in. She slammed it shut. Receiving a startled snort.

The hunter fell from it's perch and loped over to the new pile of food. Less tense in her presence. As Pam took the opportunity to open a bottle of water. Now he seamed wary, not even approaching.

It was understandable. He got 'stung' last time. So why would he trust the offering again? Instead of pouring the water over him, Pam spilled a little into a mug. She pushed it cautiously through the door.

He gave a confused glance, then took the mug in hand. Seaming to fumble before just leaving it on the ground and lapping directly from the cup. There seamed to be some memory about the strange object. Though, not enough to work it.

Pam was pulled from her thoughts with a frantic honking outside the gate. The hunter flinched aside as she sped out of the shed. Locking it with a padlock and pocketing the key. They'd placed that as an extra measure of security. If he broke out of the cage in the shed, he couldn't get out the door.

The bright shine of headlights seamed so foreign to her now. The honking from within sounded so unfamiliar. Roxy vaulted out the door with shotgun in hand. "Hey! Hello? We're friendly! We saw your lights and... Well we need help."

The two women exchanged glances before cautiously approaching the gates. Four men stood around an old, beat up truck. They weren't local boys. Judging by the Alabama licence plate. Two of them seamed like absolute twigs. No threat. One was larger than life. The final man was leaning on his companion.

He seamed sickly. Coughing violently, turning away. "He got the flu?" Pams voice was rough, rougher than she'd meant to portray it. The man holding his friend aloft shook his head.

"He's FINE." He insisted. The other two didn't look so sure. Though one made a point to zero in on both Pam and Roxy's forms.

"Shit. You're ladies! I haven't seen a pair of tits since this shit hit." The sick one managed to cuff him over the head. Earning a wince.

The women stared at one another. Pam heaving a sigh. "Anyone else hurting?" Roxy glanced over their numbers. Taking a critical eye to each of them. The facts were, it was the Apocalypse. They couldn't afford to just trust anyone.

Something Pam was far more practiced at, was judging a trustworthy person at a glance. And looking over these boys, she figured the smaller two were more of a concern. As they were eyeing both the girls. The larger one was far more concerned with his friend.

When they got a negative response, Roxy gave Pam a glance that called her to action. "Alright. The sicky and the big guy can come in. You two? There's a camper on the next property over. Sleep there. We'll set you up with some food while you wait."

"W- Are you crazy? There's infected all over the place!"

"No. Not all over. We took care of the majority early on. You might see A special or two. Nothin' two boys like you can't handle." Roxy affirmed. The decision was finalized with that. The girls weren't opening that gate until the other two were moving on.