Out and about (OPEN)

[nadia]

She was looking for some peace and quiet. That was the only reason Chris wandered away from the camp. There were too many kids running around, too many self centered asses stomping about with their heads held high telling other people what they could and could not do. One of the rules was that you never went into the woods alone. She blatantly ignored that rule because she'd had enough of camp, of being near other people. She wanted to be alone for while.

Chris hadn't grown up in the city so she knew how to walk in the woods and not make too much noise. She didn't really care if she did or not. With all the birds chirping and squirrels roaming about she knew she'd be the last thing in the woods to draw a walkers attention.

She had her gun tucked into the back of her jeans. A brown leather jacket kept her arms warm. She had pulled her hair back into a ponytail at the base of her neck. She needed to wash it cause it was getting on her nerves. On her back was her bag filled with the things she'd brought from home. It wasn't much, but there was enough food and water to last her two more days tops.

She walked without direction, heading south rather than north toward the big city. She doubted anyone would come this way. Everyone ususally stayed near the camp where it was safe. Finally, after walking for twenty minutes she stopped. Huffing and clutching her side, she leaned against a tree. Swinging her pack around to the front, she pulled out a bottle of water. Opening it, she took a long, deep swig, closing her eyes.

She looked around her to make sure there were not walkers, she pulled her gun from her waist band She couldn't hear anything but some animal scurrying around the bushes to her right. Satisfied that she was safe, she slid down onto the ground and tried to catch her breath.

[daryldixon]

Daryl was tired of eating the damn fish that was for sure, especially when there was nothing to make it taste better. He was determined to catch a deer, after that other walker got a hold of his kill, Daryl had been craving venison, and it was his personal mission to catch one. He had told Rick that he was going hunting, not to expect him back till much later, and he brought enough food to last him overnight if needed.

It was nice to get away from the camp as well, he didn't like listening to the children running about screaming and playing. Daryl wasn't very optimistic of how safe their camp was, and their loud laughter carried around on the hills. Plus they always wanted to talk to him, and would dare one another to run up and pester him. He was sick of playing with them by this point, and he had to walk off before he went off on a slew of swearing and cuss words. Their mommy and daddy's would not be happy with him.

He had been out in the woods for a good four hours with nothing but a handful of squirrels to show his work. Either those walker had eaten all the deer, or they had high tailed it out of there to some where safer. If that place even existed. After a bit of hiding down by a dried up creek bank, he heard movement. It wasn't a deer, they were much too loud to be a deer, and he doubt it was another human too because no one else really traveled alone, save for himself. So that brought him to the conclusion of a walker.

Heading down to where the leaves were rustled he followed raising his crossbow to fire when he spotted the maker of the noise. It wasn't infact a walker, it was actually someone from their camp. Someone else who valued seclusion as much as he did. "Lucky I didn't shoot ya," Daryl called out lowering his weapon as he came out from behind a pile of boulders that had obvious rolled off the small cliff face years ago.

[nadia]

She was off her game. That was the only way to explain why she hadn't heard Daryl approaching her. Then again, her heart was pounding so heavily in her ears she wouldn't have been able to hear herself speak much less hear someone's foot steps. Chris looked the man up and down and then took a deep breath.

"Lucky you didn't shoot yourself," she mocked, taking up her gun. She hadn't been in this camp very long and she didn't trust anyone entirely yet. Especially not a man like Daryl who she had noticed was some sort of an outcast in the group. He looked like he'd had a hard life and she could imagine he'd laid his hands on quite a few women in the past. That was definitely not the sort of person she wanted to be around. Not if she could help it.

Narrowing her brown eyes, she looked at the bow in his hands, the dead squirrels slung over his shoulder and then cut her eyes back at his face. She stood up, wiping her bottom and tossing her curls back over her shoulder.

"Hunting again. Well, don't let me slow you down." She turned and picked up her bag. As she bent forward her stomach lurched, her head spun and she pitched forward a bit, catching herself against the tree. Fucking morning sickness---but then it wasn't morning anymore was it...

"Fuck..." she whispered under her breath.

[daryldixon]

Daryl watched her as she sized him up, staring at her face. He wasn't one to be shy and look away, instead he would look someone in the eye and take on a fight head on, or call someone out on their shit. When she seemed satisfied with her observation, she grabbed for her bag and Daryl moved to carry on out into the woods to try and find some more food. Deer tended to stay far away from the smell of humans, and any type of animal waste that could indicate some other sort of enemy around.

He didn't get far though, he heard her feet shuffle to catch her weight, and the bad collide with something hard. Turning his heel he rounded back on the girl who was doubled over holding her stomach. Now had this been before the infection he would have quipped that she was a weakling, or even ask her if she had drank too much. Unfortunately Daryl's mind had been warped more then it had already been and he instantly jumped to the conclusion that she had come into contact with the walkers. She had been out here by herself afterall, who knew what the hell had happened.

"Were you bit?" he asked her instantly closing in on her, but standing far enough back incase she turned on him. Daryl wasn't one to hold anyone up on a pedestal, not even the women. "You best tell me right now, I shoot and ask questions later," he said narrowing his eyes at her.

[nadia]

A nap was looking really good about now. Too bad she had walked almost a mile from the camp. It wasn't like she would get much sleep at the camp anyway what with all of those kids running around. She thought about cuddling up on the ground right there and taking a nap, but then Daryl's voice cut through the air and she was once again reminded of all the walkers and dumb asses roaming the forest.

She rolled her eyes and picked up her bag. "Why would I tell you that?" She turned and looked at the man, staring at the bow tip. It glimmered in the sunlight blinding her for a second.

"I think I'd rather approach you in the night and rip your fucking heart out. How does that sound?"

She watched the way his finger grazed across the trigger. Perhaps she should keep testing him. She was tired of living like this, but again she thought about her unborn child and she sighed.

"No. I haven't been bitten. Happy now, hick boy?" She slung her bag over her shoulder and leaned her head to the side, biting the corner of her lip. "Now aim that bow at something you can actually shoot."

[daryldixon]

Daryl stood still as he stared at her, waiting for her to try and pull her gun back out on him. She was another one in their group that stayed to herself, and looked like she didn't put up with bullshit just as him. Which meant she had a temper and a mouth, not a good combination putting them together. When she explained that she had not actually been bitten, Daryl lowered his bow to the side a bit but still watched her.

"Why the hell are you out here anyway?" he asked her narrowing his eyes. She sure as hell wasn't hunting, and they were too far away from the city to try and forage for other food, so she wasn't going there on foot. "Not that I give a fuck, but I would prefer to keep the walkers away, and if you are out here swooning about, they will surely find yer ass."

So Daryl wasn't a poet with his words. He was more cut to the chase and let you know how it was. "If yer sick they have meds at the camp. You won't stand a chance against walkers if we need to run and your fainting at sudden movements."

[nadia]

"Who the fuck is swooning?" she said, rolling her eyes again. This man got on her nerves so much, if she wasn't pregnany she'd probably start a fight with him to shut him the hell up. She looked around the forest, checking to make sure that there were, in fact, no walkers in the area. She doubted they'd last long with Rambo running around.

"Can't a girl take a walk?" She said, moving back the way she came. She stopped and looked over her shoulder.

"I wanted to get away from the camp. Too many damn kids." She figured that was why Daryl was roaming around. Yeah, he brought back squirrels and shit for them to eat, but most of time he wandered away and came back empty handed. He couldn't deal with all the fraternizing either. One thing they had in common she guessed.

[daryldixon]

"Well you almost passed the fuck out a second ago," he said nodding his head toward the tree that she had used to hold herself up only moments before. So Daryl wasn't exactly sweet about things, he wasn't the cop who would have run up to make sure she was alright and offer to carry her ass back to camp. She got herself into this mess out here, she could find her way back. if not, well, they didn't say survival of the fittest for nothing. Such a charmer.

Daryl snorted at her comment about too many kids, and he couldn't agree more. How the hell had all those brats survived? Many of them were missing parents, and surely they weren't smart enough to outdo the walkers. They may have been the undead, but they still animalistic instincts, and they would surely have tracked and attacked these children. "I wanna know what they hell these people plan on doing with them. What are they going to do when there are walkers coming but little Lucy has ter pee or some shit, I sure as hell ain't stoppin'."

Slipping his crossbow over his shoulder on the strap he looked over the mountain side before pulling out his water canteen to take a drink. So he wasn't one for company, but he would rather deal with her then deal with the people back at the camp. "I think we need to leave here...we've already been attacked once."

[nadia]

She didn't like Daryl, but he was kind of like her. Stubborn, head strong and mean as hell. She hadn't come to this camp to make friends and neither, if she could wager, had Daryl. Taking care of someone else's child wasn't her idea of fun, nor was listening to whiny adults bicker like pubescent children.

Nadia walked over to a tree and leaned one hand against it to steady herself. She hated admitting weakness, but she really wasn't feeling all that well. Should she tell him that she was pregnant? The thought definitely crossed her mind, but with Daryl's sexist attitude, he'd probably ignore her from now own, probably call her a whore or something close to it. No, she'd keep that secret to herself for now. Who knew. Maybe this apocalypse would end soon. Hell, what was she thinking?

"Maybe you...I should leave," she said offhandedly. She'd been thinking about it, but then she'd never do something like that on her own. Especially in her condition.