Glenn had led Riley in the direction of an old quarry.
Parking the car directly outside the campsite, several members of the group had walked up to the stranger, weapons drawn.
"You lost?" A man with a large rifle asked, his southern drawl making his words thick.
Riley ignored the man, she opened Glenn's door and helped him out. Swinging his arm around her shoulders, Riley was careful not to let him put too much pressure on his wound.

"Shit." A woman with long blonde hair swore. "He bit?" The man with the rifle aimed it at the two of us.
Riley shook her head, "No. Some douchbag shot him."
Suddenly more people came to where the commotion was.
An older man with a hat came up on the other side of Glenn and helped support him.
"I need to get the bullet out and stitch him up."
The man wearing the hat nodded, "we can go into my RV. I'm Dale."
Riley nodded once, "Riley."

Laying Glenn down on the bed in the back of the RV.
"I need my pack, in the back of my car."
Another blonde girl, no more than 25 by the looks of it, rushed out of the RV yelling she'd get the pack.
Riley turned toward a beautiful black woman standing near the bed, "You." The woman looked to Riley, "Jackie."
"Jackie, I need you to get me a bowl... and some towels."

When the young blonde returned, Riley was quick to unzip the pack and grab a folded black pouch.
Opening the black nylon bag, Glenn was shocked to find shining medical equipment.
"Okay, Glenn, I need you to drink these. It's morphine. It'll help take the pain away."
Handing two clear vials of liquid to Glenn, Riley untied the tourniquet on his leg and ripped the leg of Glenn's jeans.
With a shaky hand, Glenn downed both vials and made a face at the taste. Riley took a pair of curved hemostats, and dug the tips into the wound.

Glenn jerked from the sharp pain.

"You, tough guy," Riley pointed to the man who had pointed the rifle at her, "I need you to hold him down."
Setting the gun on the table, the man put his hands on Glenn's shoulders. "My name's Shane. Not tough guy."

Finding the slug, Riley carefully clamped down on it, and pulled it out, causing more blood to begin flowing.
"How ya doing, buddy?" Riley put the hemostat and the bullet into the bowel.
"Good."

Riley then took a curved needle and some black thread and began closing the wound.
Wrapping a thick layer of gauze around the stitches, Riley tightly tied the gauze together.

"Where'd you learn how to suture someone up?" Dale asked, wiping his hands on a towel.
"I was a marine..."

Once everything was cleaned up, and Glenn was resting in the RV, Riley took a moment to get a better look at where she was.

There were trees providing shade, and numerous tents were scattered around the campsite.

"So you were in the core?"
Riley turned and saw Dale behind her. Stuffing her hands into her pants pockets, she nodded, "Yeah. I was a sergeant in another life."
Dale gave a small smile, "I was in the Navy myself."
"Ah, you were a semen."
Dale chuckled, "How old are you? You look too young to be a sergeant."
"My father was in the core, he pushed my brother and I into the service. We joined ROTC in high school."

The crunching of gravel under boots broke the silence. "You mind tellin us what exactly happened out there?"
Shane and several others were curious to know what went down in the city.
"Glenn and I ran into each other while getting supplies. When we went to leave, I went on ahead to make sure there weren't any walkers around. Glenn got shot by three men who wanted to take the stuff."
Shane moved his weight to his right foot, "So what, they see you coming, and walk away."
"Basically."

Setting his jaw, Shane gave a huff and left. "Sorry 'bout him. He can be a little intense sometimes." The blonde who got Riley's pack for her said. "I'm Amy. I'll introduce you to the group. You already know Dale, Glenn, and Jackie." Amy led Riley through the entire camp and made introductions, telling Riley who was related to who.

"That's pretty much everyone..."
"Who's tents are those?" Riley gestured towards two tents away from everyone else's.
Amy gave a sour look, "Oh. Those are the Dixion's. You don't really want to have to deal with them."
"Ya talking 'bout me, sweet cheeks?" A gruff voice said from the tree line.
A rough looking man was leaning against a tree, a lit cigarette was dangling between his lips, and his eyes were trained on the two women.

"Merle... I didn't mean... I'm sorry..." Amy stumbled over her words as the redneck sauntered closer.
"Ya'll better watch ya'selves." He cracked his knuckles threateningly.
Amy's eyes grew to the size of tennis balls, "I, uh... sorry."
Riley raised an eyebrow, "she said she was sorry, leave it alone."
The brute looked at Riley, sizing her up. "Riley..."

"Ya talkin ta me?"
Crossing her arms over her chest, Riley snorted. "I don't see anyone else who's seen 'Taxi Driver' one too many times, yeah I'm talking to you. Trust me, let it go."

Watching Merle turn and walk away, Riley looked at Amy. "You okay?"
Amy nodded, and pointed behind Riley, "He's coming back."
Riley turned her attention back to Merle and she could instantly tell he was looking for a fight. "Oh great."

Merle swung a meaty right hook, hoping to connect with Riley's cheek. Ducking out of the way, Riley was quick to give a sharp jab to his ribs, and held his arm in a firm hold. "We can end this right now, no harm, no foul."
Head-butting Riley, Merle rotated his shoulder and spat near Riley's feet. Grabbing Merle's arm and holding it behind his back, Riley pushed him into the trunk of a thick tree. Merle stomped on Riley's foot, making her release his arm.
Before Merle had a chance to move, Riley brought her foot up and delivered a swift kick in his groin. As Merle doubled over in pain, Riley punched the redneck in the nose. The force of the blow made Merle fall onto his back.

"That's enough."

Merle picked himself and walked into the woods with his wounded pride.

Riley turned to see one of the women, Lori, glaring at her.
"There are children here." The brunette basically spat.
Amy raised her hands in defense of Riley, "She wasn't looking for a fight..."
Lori gave the newcomer a doubtful look and left, muttering about another hot-head in camp.

"Thanks, by the way. That was awesome. Could you... teach me, maybe?"
Riley chuckled as the two of them walked away from the Dixion's campsite, "Maybe. I can teach you some basic moves."