The night passed by faster than I would have liked it too. I got up and took a baby wipe bath. You know no running water so this was second best. After my makeshift bath I pulled on a simple pair of black panties and bra. Then I grabbed my gray cropped T-shirt with a matching pair of gray cargo pants. I lived in my cargo pants. I pulled on a clean pair of socks then my boots. I jumped out of my truck and fixed my hair using the window as a makeshift mirror. When I was satisfied with my normal side braid I grabbed my rifle and my hand gun. I made sure my crossbow was still there.

I liked something absolutely silent every now and again. Plus with walkers being able to hear a pin drop it would be a better choice over a gun. I sighed and breathed in the morning air. It was filled with the smell of fresh rain. Probably from the storm we had last night. It was about 6 in the morning and it didn't look like anyone was up yet. I did my morning work out and then decided to take a look at the view we had. It was breathtaking. The lush green forest and the birds in the distance. It was almost like the world hadn't become a pure shit hole.

A few hours later everyone started to wake up. I waved hi to those who came out. I noticed that Rick still wasn't there. I knew he was probably tired from the journey he had. Carol was doing laundry and everyone seemed to have a job around camp. Rick and I had just got there so we were sure what to do.

"They're still a little damp. The sun'll have 'em dry in no time." I heard Carlo say. I turned and saw Rick walking out of his ten heading for the rest of the group.

"You washed my clothes?" Rick asked, almost surprised.

"Well, best we could. Scrubbing on a washboard ain't half as good as my old Maytag back home." She responded. I giggled, hell I didn't blame her for missing her washer. I sure as hell did.

"That's very kind. Thank you." Rick said and continued to walk towards me and Glenn as we watched the men take apart that beautiful Challenger.

"Look at them. Vultures." Glenn said as Rick reached us. I smirked at his comment.

"Oh Glenn don't worry it'll be fine. It was fun while it lasted right?" I said, giving him a nudge.

"Yeah, go on. Strip it clean." Glenn said to the boys who were really stripping her clean. Dale walked by with a container of gas.

"Generators need every drop of fuel they can get." He said as he walked past Glenn.

"Got no power without it. Sorry Glenn." He said patting him on the back and walking off.

"Though I'd get to drive it at least a few more days." Glenn said like a sad puppy dog. I looked at Rick and just shook my head.

"Maybe we'll get to steal another one someday." Rick said, trying to bring Glenn's hopes back up. Rick and I turned and walked off.

"So how did you sleep cowboy?" I finally asked Rick.

"Not too bad. How 'bout you?" I popped my back and my shoulders.

"As good as anyone can sleep in the backseat of a pickup truck." I joked. I climbed up onto the top of the RV to take a look out keeping my eyes out for any walkers or other people.

I heard a car engine and I looked over to see Shane speeding up in a black Jeep.

'Fucking hell. Of course he's gonna pick a car that's gonna break down.' I thought to myself. Hopping off the RV and walking over to him.

"Water's here, y'all! Just a reminder to boil before use." He said getting out of the Jeep. He nodded over to Rick and Rick did the same back. I walked over to my big brother.

"Well hey there. I didn't even hear you leave this morning." I said punching him in the arm.

"Yeah I woke up early, decided to head out." I looked at him and noticed the bags under his eyes.

"Don't lie to me. You always had a shitty poker face." I said. He took off his hat, rubbed his head and put it back on.

"Raven I'm fine really. Don't gotta worry about me." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

"Yes I do. You're my brother and so it's my job to worry about you." He laughed and put his arm over my shoulder.

"Well you see that's where you're wrong. Little miss. I'm your BIG brother. So I should be worried about you. Not the other way around." I playfully punched him in the rib.

"Oh shut up doucheshane. You know I could kick your ass in less than 10 seconds." I said using his childhood nickname.

I always thought Shane was a douche. So I just started calling him doucheshane. It got under his skin and kinda stuck. He laughed.

"Okay sure sounds like a challenge little sis." He said walking off to help with the water and I just flipped him off. We were all pulled away by a blood curdling scream. We all ran off towards the scream. It was the kid we could hear them yelling mom and dad. Everyone grabbed any weapons they had and I grabbed my crossbow out of my truck and put my rifle in its place and ran down to a small clearing.

The men led the way and I pulled my crossbow and was ready to kill anyone and anything. We walked over and saw one geek ripping into a buck. The buck had two bolts sticking out of its ass and the geek was ripping into its throat.

"Ugh, gross" I said out loud. The geek finally looked at us and went for me. I hit it in the face sending it stumbling back. The rest of the group started to beat the fuck out of it till Dale cut off its head. The rest of the group watched on from a safe distance other than Lori and Jacqui kept the kids from looking. Everyone took a step back from the dead body and caught their breath.

"It's the first one we've had up here. They never come this far up the mountain." Dale said, pointing at it.

"Well, they're running out of food in the city. That's what." Jim said, answering Dale's question.

We all shot our heads up as we heard a twig snap in the distance. I pulled up my crossbow and the rest got ready to take out another walker. That was till a very scruffy looking man came walking out of the trees. He had a tan shirt with the sleeves cut off on. You could definitely see how toned he was with how tight the shirt was. He had short brown hair and the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. Everyone seemed to relax when they saw him. So I slowly lowered my crossbow.

"Oh Jesus." I heard Shane say next to me.

"Some of a bitch!" He said walking over to the very dead deer. He had a very thick southern accent. Kinda like Merle's.

"That's my deer!" Everyone took a few steps away from the dear and the dead walker. I still had my crossbow in one hand and put my other hand in my pocket to fidget with my lighter.

"Look at it. All gnawed in by this." The man started to kick the dead walker.

"Filthy, diseased-bearing, motherless proxy bastard!" He finally stopped kicking it.

"Calm down, son. That's not helping." Dale said, trying to keep this redneck from doing some useless shit.

'Great. Another annoying ass redneck. I thought I was done with this shit.' I mentally shouted. I didn't want to deal with another Merle. His shit was enough to hold me over for the rest of my life. I could die knowing I didn't have to deal with another redneck bastard. But low and behold here was another one.

"What do you know about it, old man? Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to "on golden pond"?" He said getting in Dales face.

The man walked back over to the deer and started to pull the bolts out of it.

"I've been tracking this deer for miles. Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison. What do you think? Do you think we could cut around this chewed up part right here?" I shook my head.

"Nah man. I would not risk that." I said slinging my crossbow over my shoulder. He just sighed, sounding a little defeated. I knew how hard it was to track and kill something I would feel that same way too.

"That's a damn shame. I got some squirrels. About a dozen or so. That'll have to do." He said shaking a rope with squirrels attached to it. The walker's head started to move and I could hear Amy say 'oh god' behind me. I watched her and Andrea walk off. I rolled my eyes and pulled my crossbow to the front of my body.

"Come on people. What the hell?" The blue eyed man said. Right then him and I both shot the walker in the head. He looked up at me shocked and I just shrugged as I walked over and yanked my bolt out of the walkers head. He walked over and did the same.

"It's gotta be the brain. Don't y'all know nothing?" He said walking into camp. I rolled my eyes and wiped my bolt on some leaves getting the blood off.

'This is going to be just great!' I thought to myself as I put the bolt back into my crossbow.