I've never been a nature sort of person... I'm, what I like to call, indoorsy. I mean- I've got survival skills, but if I were entirely alone in a forest... I'd be way beyond screwed. I've never even gone on a camping trip before- it was just by luck from Robbie's persistent plannings of eventually experiencing 'the great outdoors' that we had tents and gear on hand.
Kill an animal? The largest thing I've ever killed, aside from walkers, is a spider... you know those really big ones that you don't really notice, but then you do a double take and screech at the top of your lungs before running for the nearest shoe (that isn't yours)? I couldn't kill an animal, I can't even watch actor animals die on t.v... I'm a total wimp.
But now that I've got my trusty crew; a crossbow wielding, southerner who somehow manages to tolerate me and even likes me, and a 14 year old girl with a knack for archery and tree climbing, I'm left as the total city girl with a sword, who's always been inwardly scared of finding a candy house with a witch in it in the woods.
Running- not my thing. Climbing- gates, maybe, but trees- no, not my thing. Walking through the woods and finding my way back- nope. Tracking- definitely not. Finding a water source- maybe. But the point is, I'm pretty useless without them. All I can do is... fight... I guess. What a useful skill! (Sarcasm)...
I just hope Sophia isn't anything like me. I hope she can survive on her own- still surviving while she waits for us. The doll at the stream- she found water. So she's still out there. Every time we go out I have a good feeling about the search, and we come up dry. But I- I just- I know she's still out there... Dead or alive, I've got to find her... I just have to.
- L.B.
