"Here we are." Morgan said as everyone entered the camp. He walked over to Keith's car and said something to him. Keith glared at him before driving his car over to the white truck and getting out. Him and Layla went over to Brianna and Conner, along with Luke. Ever Morgan, who was unwelcomed by over half of those there, joined the small reunion.

I watched silently by a tree. Alone.

"Not going to join the fun?" Merle asked. I shook my head. "Good, you can come hunting with me. Girl!" Brianna turned her head. "You're in charge." He hollered before grabbing a bow that was much more advanced than Layla's and some arrows. I shuttered at the thought of hunting.

"We caught a buck earlier." I said as soon as we left. "Tied it up in a tree."

"Looks like we don't have to go hunting after all." Merle said as I lead him to where the buck was. There were still a couple of walkers trying to get it. Merle handed me his bow.

"I can't shoot." I said.

"Good time to start learning." Merle said before walking me through what to do. I could barely pull the string back. The first two times I flat out failed, but shortly after I got the hang of it. Soon enough I had actually shot a walker.

"I did it!" I whispered excitedly.

"Now do it again." Merle instructed. I repeated the instructions in my head, and again shot a walker. One by one, I was able to get every walker there. Merle patted my back before going to get the buck. "How the hell as I suppose to get that?" He demanded.

I was about to tell him to climb when I remembered he only had one hand. "Benefits of having a group." I said as I began to climb. Once I got to the deer I began to untie the rope that was holding the buck. "Look out." I said as the buck fell. I made sure I had all the rope before climbing down the tree.

Merle grabbed the neck and began to drag it. "Are you just going to stand there all day?" He said. Trying not to think about what I was doing, I felt sick to my stomach by the time we got to camp. "Right here's good." Merle said. I dropped it as soon as the words left his mouth. I rubbed my hands on my jeans before going over and sitting next to Luke, despite Brianna's glares and unwelcoming looks. She's going to have to get use to my presence, just I would have to get use to hers.

"What's wrong with you?" Morgan asked. "I mean, you look really pale, compared to normal." I tilted my head toward the buck.

"What's wrong with it?" Brianna asked. "You scared of a dead animal?" She mocked.

"More like disgusted." Keith said, answering for me. "It's her glitch." We have been calling it that ever since this thing started, but now I had a sudden dislike for the name. I said nothing about it.

As it turned out, Morgan did have an extra tent. Him and I set it up while Merle cooked the deer. The two of us made small talk, telling the other what we did after high school. Morgan and Conner had gotten a small apartment. He would go to a community college studying to become a welding teacher, and work nights at some store. Every night he would come home and always find Brianna there.

"At one point I began thinking about you." He said at one point. This made my heart skip a familiar beat and it began to hurt.

"Oh?" I said nonchalantly, doubting his word.

"Yeah. You were like the only one who fell for the real me, even though I treated you like dirt, and you were actually there for me. I wished so many times to go back and redo everything." He said. For a moment I could only breathe. I've wanted him to say those words for so many years.

"It is what it is." I said. By now the tent was done, so I went over and sat between Luke and Layla. Luke handed me a piece of deer meat, and I ate it before I could think about it. Once the deer was gone, we sat around a tiny and dull campfire telling ghost stories. Brianna tried telling a creepy story, but it was rather lame.

"Kayla can tell really good creepy stories!" Luke said. Brianna glared at him, and I glared at her. It wasn't my fault I was better at something than she was. "Tell a story." Luke said.

"Yeah," Merle said. "I wouldn't mind a good story."

"Fine." I said, trying to think of a good one. Honestly I had forgotten most of them. "One time a man got lost in the woods," I began, picking one of Luke's favorites, "when he came across a cabin. Exhausted, the man knocked on the door. When there was no answer, he tried to open it. To his surprise, it was unlocked. He stumbled in, hoping to convince the owner to let him stay until morning. However, there was no one there.

"Telling himself that he would explain himself to the owner in the morning, the man got into the bed. Looking around the room, he noticed many portraits all over." I stared into the dim fire intently as I described a couple of the portraits, a trick to make the story last longer. "All their eyes seemed to be directly on the man. Disturbed, the man closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

"The next morning when the man a woke, he was surprised to find that there were no portraits." I looked up. Morgan was sitting in front of me and my eyes involuntary met his, making the pause longer than it was meant to be. "There were only windows." Everyone was quiet. "Sorry guys," I said, sounding more like myself, "I'm a little rusty."

Merle stood up. "Better than hers. You better watch out, girl, or you'll be replaced." Then he walked to his tent. I felt Brianna's glare once again.