Two Months Later…

A walker lazily lumbered through the woods, its milky white eyes staring out into the distance as it followed its aimless hunt for food. Suddenly it heard a rustle coming from a set of bushes to its left. Letting out a low, gurgling growl it began to shuffle towards the noise only for Andre Mitchell to suddenly jump out a few yards ahead of it. The officer whistled out, "Hey lamebrain," The walker hissed, black saliva drooling off its exposed teeth.

Andre didn't flinch, the black officer crossed his arms, waiting only a few seconds as Scott West krept out of the bushes, spun his hammer around so the claw part of the hammer was out, and swung up. With a wet crunch, Scott swiftly brought it down on the walker's head, caving through its brittle skull, destroying the brain, and allowing it to fall on the ground in a heap.

"Jesus," Scott huffed, yanking his hammer free, and gave the hammer a sharp twirl, allowing the remaining brain matter to be flicked off, "Thanks for backup,"

"No problem," Andre gave his friend an assuring smile. Taking his shotgun off his shoulder, Scott dropped his hammer back into the loop of his belt and pulled his hunting rifle back out, "I sure hope Lee, Mark, or Kenny are having better luck than we are right now,"

"It feels like the walkers have gotten to everything, even the squirrels and rabbit," Scott bitterly agreed as the two began to continue their slow hunting march through the Georgia woods.

It was early autumn now, the tree's had changed and the entire group had ended up scavenging for the warmest clothes they could. The weather wasn't the issue, unfortunately, the fear that Scott had felt since their trip to Robinson's had come to fruition. The scavenged food supply they had stocked up was quickly nearing its end. It wasn't anyone's fault, a group of eleven went through food at speed even when they were rationing. Even with hunting for food mixed in, things were getting too tight.

"I don't know if it's even the walkers at this point," Andre thought aloud, "You can only hunt an area so often before the wildlife starts to clear out to somewhere safer. Maybe you can talk to Lilly about expanding the hunting zone?"

"Me?" Scott retorted with a half-laugh, "Why the hell would Lilly listen to me?"

Andre shrugged, "You and Lee are the only two that she even half listens to these days, and Lee's a good guy but he's pretty well stuck straddling the fences between Lilly and Kenny,"

"Tell me about it, those two are about ready to blow a hole in the wall with their fights these last few weeks," Scott shook his head in disappointment, "Each thinks they're the one in charge,"

"Then you got fucking, Larry," Andre scowled, "I'd like to crack the old bastard across the jaw. You've been just about the only one of us he tends to ignore most of the time,"

"Trust me, I still get my occasional battering from the old timer," Scott couldn't help but agree with Andre though, his relationship with Larry had improved from constant harassment to being ignored with occasional side comments. It wasn't exactly great, but it was one hell of an improvement, "Lee definitely gets it the worst,"

"No kidding, any time Larry sees him you can see his blood pressure rise," Andre and Scott stopped for a moment, listening closely and scanning the treelines for any possible wildlife to no avail, "Think he's just got it out for guys like us?"

"Racist?" Scott scratched the back of his head, "Possibly, but I doubt it. Old man gives shit to everyone one. Some people are just born assholes, they don't like anyone,"

"Point taken," Andre motioned Scott to follow with a tilt of his head. The pair went quiet for a few moments, but it wasn't very long before Andre spoke back up, "Fence back home is doing alright. Doug's been a pretty big help with that, especially with his new alarm system he's set up," Scott smirked and nodded in agreement, "He might struggle with taking initiative but you give him direction and Doug's gonna get it done,"

"Probably why he and Carley are still so happy together," Scott joked and the pair shared a short laugh, "Ah, I'm happy for those two, they really keep spirits up,"

"Yeah, meanwhile Larry and Mark keep trying to bring them down," Andre muttered under his breath,

"Ah geez man, come on, you and Mark need to bury this thing," Scott sighed,

Andre's face tightened with frustration, "Look, I did bury what happened when we first met. An accident is an accident, but that dude needs to get a fucking grip. He never is able to keep his cool when the walkers show up, he gets all jumped up. He never thinks straight, always jumping right headfirst into what could be a dangerous situation. And to top it off, he's been the loudest whiner about the food. We're all hungry! He just needs to make sure everyone else knows about it," Andre ranted before letting out a sharp exhale, "Sorry…tense, you know?"

"I get it man," Scott easily replied to his friend, "This whole thing has been rough, the low food is getting to us all, and honestly the camp keeps getting split up on decisions. You, Doug, and Larry are all focused on the wall and defenses. Lilly, Lee, and Carley keep focusing on the runs to town, and then we have Kenny, Mark, and Katjaa focused on the RV project so we can leave altogether,"

"And then there's you," Andre added with a hint of dry sarcasm.

What Has Been Your Main Focus In The Camp?

A) Defenses with Larry, Andre, and Doug

B) Hunting/Looting with Lilly, Lee, and Carley

C) RV repair with Kenny, Mark, and Katjaa