A/N: I am starting to do longer chapters starting next chapter, but in order to do that it takes me longer. I usually get mini writer's block in each chapter and that is where I cut it off. It will take more like two or three days to update with longer chapters. Let me know if you prefer that I go back to shorter chapters everyday. As for not posting yesterday, sorry! I had zero WiFi all day so I couldn't post a new chapter. WARNING: This chapter contains violence of hunting nature, but no squirrels were harmed in the writing of this chapter.

I could feel something nudging me in my sleep. I opened my eyes and could see a blurry crouched figure near the opening of the tent. I was suddenly wide and awake. I quickly reached for the flashlight I kept by my pillow and I sat up. I swung the flashlight towards the head, but the figure grabbed my wrist and put a hand over my mouth. I was slammed back onto my sleeping bag and I saw Daryl's face over mine.

"The last thing I need is another head wound from ya. If ya still wanna come hurry up and get dressed." He then got up and left of the tent.

I looked over at Sophia, but she had remained asleep through my terror. I quickly got dressed and grabbed a hair tie before leaving the tent. I stood to my full height and stretched. I looked in at Sophia one more time before zipping up the tent door. I turned pulling my hair up in a bun and looked for Daryl.

I finally spotted him looking at the ground near the woods. I hurried over to him and he glanced at me before heading into the woods. I followed after him and tried to follow his steps, but it was really hard to go quietly. While Daryl was nearly silent as he walked I could hardly take a single step without breaking a branch or stepping on a pile of leaves. All of a sudden Daryl stopped and looked back at me. I looked at him mid-stride and smiled at him. He looked confused and squinted at me before turning back around.

Smile like an idiot that's a good way to attract people. Sometimes it's like I have no connection between my brain and my body. I just give any sort of reaction and then by the time I realize what I'm doing it's too late. My stupidity will have already been revealed. At least Daryl wasn't a talker, so there was no way he was going to point it out.

I found that hunting was no fun in any way at all. It was hours of walking through the woods in horrible heat and sweating like crazy. I have never been so bored in all my life. I had tried to come up with different games, but there are only so many trees a person can count. It's not easy to create single player games and there was no way I was asking Daryl to play. The further we went the more tired I got and that made it harder to walk as quickly as Daryl, so I ended up making more noise.

Daryl was able to get a few squirrels on our trip, so it wasn't a total waste. Finally Daryl stopped and crouched down, before he turned back to me and motioned me forwards. I thought I was supposed to be stealthy, so crouched down as well and did a sort of waddle to get closer. When I got next to Daryl I looked in the direction I had seen him looking, but I couldn't see anything. I looked over at Daryl and saw him looking right at me with the same confused face as earlier. I looked confused right back at him because I thought he wanted me to come over.

"What I thought you wanted me to come over here?" I whispered.

"I did, but what the hell kinda walk was that?"

"I was being stealthy. You got down, so I thought I should too."

"That wasn't stealthy. That was stupid." The corner of his mouth twitched before he looked back in the direction he was looking before. "See the squirrel in the tree right there?"

"No." I was mostly still bitter that he was laughing at my stealthy walk. Daryl sighed and moved behind me before angling my head towards a tree that I then saw had a squirrel a few feet up the trunk, sitting on a branch. "Oh, got it."

Daryl then pulled the draw string back on his crossbow and loaded an arrow. Then he reached around me and held the crossbow in front of me. I froze and kept completely still. Daryl then grabbed my arm and moved it to hold the bottom of the crossbow; he grabbed the other and moved it to the trigger. He then aimed the crossbow at the squirrel. The cute, fluffy squirrel who had never harmed me in anyway and could possibly have a little family of smaller, cuter, fluffier baby squirrels wanting for it back home in a nest somewhere.

"Are you sure this is a good squirrel to shoot?"

"Why? What's wrong with it?"

"Well I don't know you're the hunter. I was just checking."

"Yeah I'm the hunter and I'm telling ya to shoot it. In life ya eat what ya can get." He put his hand over mine, aimed again and pulled the trigger. The squirrel flew backwards out of the tree. Daryl stood up and took the crossbow with him. He walked forward towards the squirrel as I slowly stood up. As Daryl reached down to pick up the kill I took a few steps forward. He turned back towards me and held the squirrel up by the arrow.

"Congrats killer, ya almost got this one all on your own." He then pulled out the arrow and strung the squirrel with the rest. He then walked back to me and pulled my arm in the other direction. "Come on I thought I saw a deer trail over this way."

Poor squirrel.