It had to be around 8:30 in the morning when Glenn and Zayla finally caught a deer and were carrying it back to camp. Glenn's been asking to help out with hunting, so she woke him up at dawn and they've been out for a few hours to hunt. Zayla was only used to going hunting with Daryl and he knew how to be as quiet as she preferred, but Glenn's yawning had her feeling a bit tired and she knew that's what was keeping the game away from them for a majority of the morning. Thankfully, they were able to use some bait to lure in a deer and Zayla easily jumped on it from her treetop perch, driving her knife into the animal's head as she dropped down on it.

"Ready to gut this bad boy?" She asked with a smile as they finished hanging the deer up from the trees.

"I'm really not."

Zayla noticed Glenn's pailing face and made him take a step back. "Hey, if you think you're gonna puke, don't get it on the damn meat."

"I think I...it's no different from how we get hamburgers, right? It's the same thing...we just gotta do it...with our hands..."

"Okay, so you're not gonna be touching anything today. This is gonna be a visual experience for you." She sat him on a nearby log and pulled her knives from their hip holsters.

"I can-"

"No, you can't, Glenn." She cut him off with a pat on his cheek. "You look like you're about to blow and I can't tell which end it's gonna come out of, so you're gonna give me five feet and watch me gut this puppy."

After a thorough lesson in skinning the animal, Zayla was proud to see that Glenn only winced and wiggled when she was carving out organs and even asked what they were going to do with the pelt and she told them that Daryl made it into a savory cooking butter that made the meat taste so good, but to keep it a secret.

"I still can't believe I actually watched you pounce on a deer." Glenn laughed as they carried the butchered meat back to camp. "That was some Laura Croft kinda stuff. Are you sure you don't have a sister?"

"No sisters, but I do have two brothers who're four years older than me."

"I thought Daryl and Merle were your friends."

"They're family by bond, but I was talking about my from the womb to the tomb brothers, Desmond and Daniel." She saw the 'Ohh' face Glenn made and smiled at it. "When we were kids, we wanted to share a room one time and our parents got us a triple-layer bunk bed. They let me have the top bunk and at the time, we were hooked on WWE. I loved Edge and Stone Cold Steve Austin and their favorites were The Hardy Boyz and Randy Orton. I'd be jumping off my bunk and onto them trying to copy the moves." Zayla laughed, remembering how she and her brothers would almost kill each other by reenacting wrestling moves when they were younger. She vividly remembered a time when she was about to attempt to Edgeucate Desmond when her mother came in and stopped her before one of them got seriously hurt. "The pouncing thing though, I kinda learned it with my Dad. He'd teach me how to hunt and I preferred the trees for their ace vantage points, so I'd track him for a bit, then jump on him every now and then. Almost made him pee himself a few times."

"You miss them." She wasn't sure if he was asking or telling her, but it was the truth all the same.

"...yeah. But, I can't think about them too much or I'll be running off somewhere trying to find them. I don't even know where they could be by now."

"Well, if they're anything like you, I know they're okay." He smiled at her before turning to an approaching blonde. Zayla thought that Andrea and Amy looked so much alike with their light blonde hair and matching blue eyes, it took her a while to get their names right, but she definitely favored the younger sister over the older one. "Hey, Andrea. Did you get lunch?"

"That's actually why I came over here. Zayla, could you, Daryl and Merle try to find something better to eat?"

The redhead cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"The deer isn't really…well, it tastes kinda nasty."

"Oh, I am so positively sorry, Andrea." Zayla sarcastically acted like she was truly apologetic for her actions as she put her hand over her heart. "Next time I'm out there, I'll try to find you a pepper steak or a plate of Filet Mignon or even better, I'll just waltz on over to Gordon Ramsay at the London and ask the chef if he has some Beef Wellington to spare 'cause I just live and breathe to make sure you have everythin' your selfish little heart desires."

"I'm just asking if you could find something other than deer." Andrea continued, clearly not getting the hint the redhead dropped. "Rabbit is great or fish would be better and I'm sure everyone would agree with me."

"We need poles, bait, nets and boats in order to fish, Andrea. We don't have any of that." Zayla flatly reminded the woman.

"And hunting is way more complicated than you probably think." Glenn jumped in, managing to nudge himself between the two. "Zayla's been giving me some lessons in tracking and that's a handful by itself, but going out there for days to find something to sustain all of us is a chore. She, Daryl and Merle do the very best they can."

"I appreciate them feeding us, but I'm just asking them to try a little harder to cater to the group's preferences."

"Just who in the hell do you think you are to demand I try harder?" Zayla demanded as she sidestepped Glenn to get in Andrea's face, poking her in the chest. "If you don't like the meat Merle, Daryl and I bust our asses open to provide, then by all means, go out there and catch somethin' your damn self 'cause we'd love a break from huntin', Barbie. Would you like a break from sunbathin' on top of the RV when you're supposed to be keepin' an eye out? That must be such a hard job for someone with a short-ass attention span like you."

"I pull my weight like everyone else." Andrea defended, which provoked a scoff from the ginger.

"By doing what?" She gave the blonde three seconds to state a laundry list of things she did all day and when she didn't hear so much as a squeak from her, she continued. "Exactly. The kids help out more around here by collecting cans every night than you could ever do in a week."

Andrea sucked her teeth at Zayla's back as the huntress turned to walk away from her. "Well, I'm sorry I didn't grow up in the backwoods hunting deer, drinking malt liquor and sleeping with rednecks to pass the time."

Zayla slowly turned her head to face Andrea again, brows lifted and mouth agape. She glanced to Glenn and his expression matched hers almost perfectly. He looked at her and she watched him pale when a slightly deranged smile tugged at his friend's lips. Not only did Andrea just insult her, but she took it a step too far by insulting Daryl and Merle too. There was no way in hell Zayla was going to let her get away with that and Glenn knew it.

Zayla was still half-smiling at Glenn, partially showing some of her teeth. Glenn shook his head and his eyes were begging Zayla not to do what he knew she was thinking, but her mind was already set. As soon as she reached for the green scrunchie around her wrist to pull her hair back into a ponytail, Glenn was dashing off and calling for Shane.

….

Dale sighed as he entered the RV and found Shane sitting at the table with Zayla. Andrea was as far back in the RV as she could be, which put her in the bedroom, but she looked like she just got out of a fight.

"Andrea, why are you all the way back there?" He asked, noticing the timidness in the woman's eyes.

"I was taking precautions." Shane answered and Dale's eyebrow rose in question.

Shane nodded to his hands over Zayla's balled fists on the tabletop and her disassembled guns. He wasn't forcibly holding her hands down, but Zayla was sure that as soon as she moved in the slightest bit, he'd put pressure on them to keep them down. The distance he deliberately put between the two was for Andrea's well-being because if or when Zayla managed to slip away from him, he could grab her before she did any further damage to the blonde.

"Why were you girls fighting?"

"I fucked Andrea up 'cause she's an unappreciative, arrogant bitch who's perched on a pedestal made of ooey-gooey elephant shit and I've had it up to my goddamn ears with her constant whinin'!" Zayla snapped; she's never seen Dale's eyes go so wide.

"You pulled my hair out, bloodied my lip, ripped my shirt and now you're being childish with the name-calling." Andrea argued from the back of the RV. "Where do you get off?"

Zayla's knees hit the table as she tried to stand and Dale put himself in the walkway to keep her from charging, but Shane set her back down.

"Easy, Zayla. Do it for me, please." He pleaded before looking back at Andrea. "Andrea, need I remind you that I'm here for your protection? You keep pokin' this bear and she's gonna attack."

Shane has quickly learned that Zayla was the kind of person to act with her fists first rather than her words, especially when provoked, and when she was in that kind of mood, she wasn't in the mindset to talk things out; she was more inclined to solve her problems physically instead.

"That shitty-ass attitude of yours ain't doin' anybody any good. You are a twelve-inch pain in my ass and I'm beyond ready to shit you out." She growled at Andrea. "That's why we got problems and we're gonna keep havin' problems until you get off your lazy ass and do somethin' useful for once in your life."

"I've done plenty of useful things in my life, Zayla."

"Rolling a condom on a guy's dick with your lips ain't a valuable skill." The ginger spat in annoyance.

"And getting double-stuffed by two muddy rednecks isn't anything to be proud of either."

Shane had managed to skew Zayla's aim by that much and made her knife go hurling just barely an inch past Andrea's cheek, being impaled into the wall behind her. He was surprised at his own quick wits because had he not decided to make a move, Andrea would likely be dead with a knife sticking out of her head.

"That's the second time you've tried disrespectin' me today, but if Shane wasn't here, you'd be dead." Zayla sneered with her face twisted in anger. "And for the record, you rejected, Botox-botched Barbie bitch, I ain't fuckin' either of them, so if you want one of 'em that bad, you can go see if he'll pity your hopeless ass!"

Dale looked to Shane for clarification and the ex-cop explained why the redhead was close to decapitating Andrea earlier.

"Andrea, I wanna talk to Zayla alone for a minute." Dale told the blonde and she quickly scurried out of the RV.

"I'm not gonna apologize for what I did 'cause I don't regret it and I'll be damned straight to the deepest pit of Hell before I apologize to her for anything." Zayla huffed.

"Zayla, I'm gonna give you some advice my grandmother gave me." Dale sagaciously began, calming the woman as he spoke. "When I was a kid and I'd get upset and wanted to say something nasty, my grandma would always say, 'Dale, you bite your fist until all those bad words leave your mind. Rage clouds judgment and makes us do godawful things. An angry mind will make the worst decisions of your life.' She was right too. People say and do some terrible things when they're upset."

Once Dale was done, Zayla was thinking about his words and Shane released his hold on her hands and she stuck the right one in her mouth to gnaw on like a pacifier.

"Um...Zayla, I don't think he meant that literally." Shane advised as he watched the woman biting herself. "It's like when someone says 'Bite your tongue.' You wouldn't really bite your tongue, you'd just keep your mouth shut."

Through a mouthful of her fist, she told him, "It's working."

"Shane, let her do it. It's her coping mechanism." Dale quickly added. "I think it'd be a good idea to keep them separated too. I'll ask Jacqui to have Andrea help her around camp."

Daryl was waiting outside the RV, having watched Andrea leave to find her sister. He didn't spot Zayla with Carol or the kids, so he figured she was inside the RV too and wondered what the girl got into while he was away.

"What happened?" He asked as soon as the door opened and Shane stepped out.

"There was a disagreement earlier, but Dale handled it." He pat Daryl on the shoulder and smirked. "See? We can manage on our own without you for five minutes. No worries, Daryl."

Shane left and Daryl watched as Dale and Zayla exited the RV. Her fists were balled at her sides and she looked seriously irritated, but she seemed to be calming down.

"You kicked Andrea's ass, didn't you?"

"Damn right, I did." She proudly confirmed. "It was overdue and we all knew it."

They began walking to their firepit when they saw Amy and Andrea passing, making Zayla slow down to stare daggers at the elder sister. She grumbled something before she stuffed her fist in her mouth, confusing Daryl. "Why you bitin' yourself?"

"Dale said it's my coping mechanism. It's keepin' me from killing that broad…" Zayla's attention went over Daryl's shoulder and without looking, he knew that Andrea was likely trying to make herself scarce.

"Gonna make yourself bleed." He warned as he tugged at her wrist to get her to release, but she didn't. "Stop, Z."

"If I do, I'm gonna kill her, Daryl. I'm tellin' you, there's nothin' else holdin' me back." Zayla warned. "She. Challenged. Me. That bitch looked me in my eyes and accused me of fuckin' Merle after she demanded the huntin' party do better. There are no more restraints. She needs to be corrected and I will be the one to do it if nobody stops me."

"Go on a run with Glenn, get us some more gas." He advised as he turned her to the parked cars where Glenn was looking over the maps with T-Dog. He nudged her in the arm as they went over. "You gonna find me a candy bar?"

"I'll think about it." She slightly growled, but he knew she'd be fine once she got some time away from Andrea. If he was being honest, they could all use a break from the blonde.