Judging by the contents of the hunting and camping store, the town fell very early on and they hadn't gotten a lot of people in after that. Few shelves were left barren, mostly just the gun racks. The human race was naïve; they thought that all of their problems they could just shoot and kiss with ease. They didn't think logically-at least not before the zombies had began attacking. They still had lived in the age where guns solved every problem. But, thanks to the prior human race (any human that was alive now deserved to be, they weren't naïve. They were using logic and reason for every decision they made) Marie, Daryl, and the rest of the group would have plenty of ammo, which was great and beneficial.

"Babe," Daryl called to her as he was on the other side of the store. She turned around from the shelf she was looking at and walked over to him. He was standing around a section of different weapons. "Look," he said, picking up a small crossbow. In that moment a smile, a real smile spread across his features, she mirrored his facial expression.

"Gavin's gonna love that," she said with a huge, goofy grin. Daryl nodded and put it over his shoulder. "He's going to go crazy over it." Daryl nodded in agreement as they gathered more supplies. Andrew was gathering stuff as well and once they'd taken most of the weapons and stuff inside of the store, they took it all outside and loaded it into the back of the truck.

The next stop was the thrift shop. The trio drove the truck that way and parked outside of it. They all unloaded and went into the store. Daryl, Marie, and Andrew all did a sweep of the store and then proceeded to look through the objects inside. This was all for recreational purposes, they didn't really need any of this stuff; it was kind of just so that they had something to do or more clothes. Clothes were always good.

"Daddy's little stinker," Marie laughed as she picked up a child's shirt and held it out to Daryl.

"Now the question is who's it applyin' to?" he said with a light smile.

"All of them," Marie grinned before putting it in the bag. "We're so blessed, Daryl. We're some of the luckiest people in the world…We have beautiful children and we have each other," she didn't know where it came from, but she felt compelled to say it out loud.

"So ya wouldn't feel 'blessed' if our kids were ugly?" Daryl asked. She elbowed him playfully.

"You know what I mean. I would love our children no matter what…But I feel like it's too good to be true. Something wrong's bound to happen soon."

"Don' say that," he mumbled, shutting down his emotions to her. He didn't want for her to think that something bad was going to happen just because they were lucky. He loved their family too, but it was his job to expect the worst. In his eyes, she needed to be carefree and keep their kids that way too. "Everythin's gonna be fine," he added.

"Don't say that," she countered. "Since when does everything work out for us for so long, hm? It's been almost a year, Daryl…" she sighed. "It's one of those moments when you just know that everything's too good to be true."

"Jus' stop, okay?" he snapped. She needed to relax. It would cloud her judgment and it could get her or all of them killed. "We got shit to get done."

Marie frowned; his change in mood hadn't been that drastic in a long, long time. He was usually happy around her. She saw a lot of his smiles, but he hadn't been this closed off since about the time they first met. She realized that she just needed to get things done and talk to him about it later.

Being in the woods, hunting with Daryl was like putting on an old pair of boots that you once wore every day that you lost for so long. And wearing those shoes again was so comfortable. She had missed this so much, their silent movement, the way that they reacted and spoke without talking, and the success they could only share together. Everything from this morning was forgotten. They weren't arguing or closed off from each other. They had to be one, not two separate arguing bodies.

"I wanna see Airy's face when she tries deer for the first time," Daryl said, looking at his counterpart with the smallest of smiles, she returned it and helped with the large buck they'd just taken down together.

"I don't know if she has enough teeth for it yet," Marie replied. "Parker can probably try it though." That kid had a whole mouth of teeth and had for a few months now!

"Well, Airy's gonna try it too," Daryl said. His kids had been eating baby food and he was secretly dying to let them try some real food.

"Always a hunter at heart," she laughed. Andrew came and picked up part of the deer and helped them carry it out to the vehicle. He hadn't said much, Marie realized that he had probably felt like the third wheel throughout this whole trip. She kind of felt bad, but she was thoroughly enjoying her Daryl time. And, she couldn't help but think about the Daryl time that she'd enjoy when she got back to their place…

As they were trekking back through the woods, Marie got the most eerie feeling. She knew that something was going to go wrong any second. Knots formed in her stomach as she was helping to drag the deer and-Bam! It was so sudden and unexpected. She didn't even know what was happening until Daryl and Andrew both turned around and looked at her. She glanced down at her right leg and saw a small spot of blood before she felt like it was on fire. Her whole leg burned.

"The hell jus' happened!?" Daryl exclaimed. He knelt down to look at her leg.

"Did your gun of off and shoot you?" Andrew asked, being alert. He held up his gun and was ready to shoot anything nearby, he didn't even see anything.

"I'm shot?" Marie asked. "Everything's spinny Daryl…" she said. Her head felt like it was floating and there were fuzzy stars around her. "Not again…" she murmured.

"C'mon we gotta get ya back to the car," without hesitation, Daryl picked her up and started to take her away from the woods and back to the car.

"Daryl, the deer."

"Nope, it can stay there."

"The deer, Daryl…Parker and Airy need to try it…" she murmured, her head resting on his shoulder.

He remembered the last time she got shot, she wasn't like this. Right now she was loopier, as if she'd been drugged or something else; not shot.

"It'll be there when we come back," he added, pulling her tighter to him. She was going to be okay…She had to. He wasn't going to let the mother of his children die, or even stay injured for too long. He couldn't help but to blame himself for all of this. It was his fault that she was out here, he should've told her no and made her stay with the kids.

Why did Marie have to get shot again? And by who?