Operation Bite Mark was walking through a grassy field. The grass was tall, which meant it was a perfect breeding ground for zombies. The group was dead silent as they tried to listen for hidden Z's. Doc, Addy, 10K, Warren, and Murphy felt like they were walking through a field of landmines.

They were starting to get into a pattern.

Take a step, move forward.

Step, watch.

Step, listen.

Step, zombie.

Step, whack.

Step, watch.

Step, listen.

Step, zombie.

Step, shot.

Step, step, step.

Finally, they were getting close to the end. Addy has just whacked another zombie. They were moving on when 10K spotted something: two daffodils were poking out of the ground. Without hesitation, he reached down and plucked them.

Step, step, whack. Step, step, shoot.

They finally made it across. They were led into a hopefully abandoned farm. The farmhouse was rundown and old, ivy held onto the sides. It looked like no one had been there since the beginning of the apocalypse, which was a good thing. Warren was the first one at the door. She kept her weapon ready as she turned the front door. It was a little stuck, but otherwise, it opened smoothly. She didn't see or hear any Z's.

They shuffled inside in a little game of Following the Leader. They checked every room, attic, every bathtub, and everywhere. Not a single Z. They all had a collective sigh of relief.

The main room of the farmhouse was a dusty living room. The only furniture was a brown couch. Murphy, Doc, and Addy quickly took up the old couch. A kitchen is connected to the living room. A wooden table sat in it with one matching chair. Warren quickly dragged the chair into the living room. 10K, completely unbothered, plopped himself on the floor and leaned against Addy's legs.

Warren groaned, "Finally. We can relax."

Murphy nodded, "You said it."

Doc, who was completely relaxed on the couch, asked, "You don't suppose there's anything in the pantry, do you?"

Warren replied, "Maybe a can or two. Or a preservative jar."

Addy leaned on the couch arm with her own arm draped over her face and added, "Maybe gross spoiled milk and rotten eggs."

Murphy mumbled, "Let's just sit. We've been walking for four days."

Warren nodded, "We'll need to count supplies too."

That was when 10K remembered the flowers he picked. He sat up one out of his front pocket,, "Oh," he held out a daffodil to Addy, "This is for you."

A beaming smile broke across her face. She grabbed the crumpled flower out of his hand, "Thank you."

Doc teased him, "Coming off a bit heavy there?"

10K gave him a look of confusion as he did not get the joke. He pulled the other one out as well. He turned to Warren, "I got you one too."

Warren leaned off her chair and took hers as well, "Thank you, Sweetie."

Murphy mocked, "What is she, your mother?"

10K cocked an eyebrow and asked him, "What'd you mean?"

Murphy waved his hand, "You're always giving them stuff."

It was true. 10K always seemed to find something to give to the group. If he found chocolate, he gave it to Addy or Warren. If he found Z Weed, that always went to Doc. Canned food was shared with the group. He was always giving them something and never keeping anything for himself. Even the others, Cassandra, Mack, and Garnett, got presents when they were still around. In fact, the only member of the group he'd never given anything to was Murphy.

Warren shrugged, "I think it's sweet."

Murphy argued, "It's annoying, like how a toddler keeps handing you crap when they're done playing with it."

Addy retaliated, "Hey! It's something all kids do. Even some teenagers and adults. It means they like you."

Doc nodded, "Gift Giving is his love language."

Murphy huffed, "Yeah, well, I don't like it. I used to have nephews. I can tolerate it from a kid, but he's not one, so it's annoying."

10K looked away, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Addy leaned over from the couch and patted his shoulder, "Yes he is. He's only 17."

Murphy stumbled for words as he tried to think of something new to say. Warren shook her head. She smelled her daffodil. It smelled like rain.

Doc snorted, "Sometimes I forget we have a nimble teenager on our hands," he asked 10K, "Since you're the only one here with good knees, why don't you go look in the kitchen, see if you can find anything."

10K nodded and stood up. He left and went to the kitchen. The group could hear him shuffling around and opening drawers. Addy twirled her flower in her hand. She mentioned off-handedly, "You know, I bet you hate it because you're jealous."

Murphy showed a look of surprise before attempting to scowl. He mumbled, "I'm not."

Addy smirked as he tried to look at what was apparently the most interesting wall in the world on the other side of the room, his face completely away from her. She almost laughed. She knew he was jealous. He totally was.