A Generous Offer
Sarah
"Well I don't see anything wrong with them coming in to meet everyone," one of them said to the other two.
Scott, Marco, Rosalyn, and Sarah followed them to the campsite, where a fire was burning. There were a few women cooking what seemed to be lunch and everyone sat in a circle. "Take a seat," the man gestured to an open patch of dirt. "My name's Rick." He went around the circle and introduced everyone: "This is T-Dog, my wife Lori and son Carl, Carol, Hershel, Maggie, Glenn, Beth, and Daryl." A few of them nodded and smiled, or gave a faint wave. Everyone looked absolutely exhausted.
Scott, as the other spokesman, introduced the newcomers. "I'm Scott, and this is Rosalyn, Marco, and Sarah."
"Have you been here long?" Sarah asked softly.
"We just spent the night. We're going to try and find some supplies today…we ran out of gas last night so we had to stop," Lori explained.
"You came from the west, right? Are there any towns nearby that aren't overrun with walkers?" Rick asked, looking hopeful.
Sarah thought about what Rick had called them, "walkers". She liked it more than Marco's term, "dead fuckers".
"We just left one this morning. Completely deserted, and there are some supplies left over," Marco said in his mafia kid accent.
The group looked at each other, happy to hear such good news. "How far?"
"It's about twenty minutes driving. So it might take a while to walk there," Scott said. He thought for a moment. "Tell you what. You seem like perfectly nice people. We stayed there for about a week and know where things are. I'm sure these three would agree with me that it's no problem to take you all there."
Sarah heard Marco sigh next to her, a sign of his frustration. He believed Scott was much too kind to the people they came across.
"Well ain't that a generous offer." Daryl eyed them somewhat suspiciously. Sarah fought herself from correcting his grammatically incorrect 'ain't'.
"It is a very kind offer," said Hershel without a hint of suspicion. He seemed to be only a bit older than Scott. "But we don't really have anything to give in return."
"We're set on supplies. We just want to help out our fellow humans a bit. There are not a lot of us left, after all," Scott replied, brushing off Hershel's comment with a care-free wave of hand.
The circle was quiet for a moment before Rick accepted their offer. They offered the newcomers some lunch, and they graciously accepted. In a few short hours they were packed up and on their way back into town.