p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The woman frowned and looked at me before her eyes widened and she started walking towards me, picking up speed as she got closer. "BAMBI!" I shouted and sprinted to her and picked her up, spinning her around. I crushed her to my chest, tears flowing down my cheeks as she wrapped her arms around me and sobbed into my chest. "Bambi...Oh, Bambi, you're safe..Thank God…" I whispered and let the tears streak down my cheeks. We just stood there for a while before I felt something pulling on my pant leg and I pulled back. I looked down to see my youngest sister, and I let go of Bambi and squatted down, cupping her face in my hands. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong id="docs-internal-guid-57033c8a-80be-4c76-b2f6-8c73b8fca625" style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Kai?" she asked with a puzzled frown on her face. I laughed and gave her a watery smile and I nodded. "Why are you sad?" She asked me, looking as if this was the mystery of the year. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I'm not sad, Mi. I'm just so happy to have found you again." I say and pull her to my chest. I sit there for a while until she pulls back a little bit, and puts her hands on my cheeks, pressing down, leaning up to land a wet kiss on my nose. I laugh and pull her back into a hug. Hearing footsteps approaching us, I pick her up and wrap an arm around Bambi's shoulders, pulling her to my side and she wraps an arm around my waist. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Are these your sisters, Alicai?" Its Andrea. I nod. She smiles and points out over the large lake that is just a little ways away. "In that case, your brothers are here too. They are down on the lake fishing," she says and turns to the blonde woman next to her who I assume is her sister. I look at Bambi and she nods, a wide smile on her lips. I start running down to the lake, too excited to walk. When I get to the shore, I see a small boat out on the water with two figure seated in it. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Brent! Bo!" I shout and they look over, before one of them, probably Bo, stands and shouts at me. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Alicai?!"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Yeah!" /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The figure sits down before they grab the oars and start to row frantically and as soon as they get to a point that they can stand in the water easily, they jump out of the boat and pull it to shore as quickly as they can. As soon as the boat is on land they let go and sprint towards me, tackling me to the sand. I laugh and hug them tightly. I'm overjoyed to see them and I let them get up before hopping up and hugging them again. We sat on the beach and just talked a little before I finally realized something. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Where's mom and dad?" I ask quietly, a pensive frown on my face. They suddenly grew quiet. "Guys?" I ask, now worried, "What? What happened?"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Brent, the oldest, cleared his throat before saying in a tight voice, "Mom and dad didn't make it. They were at the house when they found out and Dad got so scared that he killed mom before shooting himself in the head."/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The cold hand of grief gripped my heart and tears once again filled my eyes before spilling over and slipping down my cheeks. I sat there in shock for a few moments before sobs wracked my form and I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, burying my head into my knees. I felt the warm arms of my brothers wrap around me. I snuggled into their arms and soaked in the warmth, even though it was boiling hot outside./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"A while later when I calmed down a little bit, I walked back to camp and left my brothers to finish whatever it was they were doing. When I got there I went over to Dale who was talking to Glenn. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Sorry, I took off earlier. I've been looking for my family since this whole thing started," I state apologetically. He just nods and smiles at me and excuses Glenn. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""That's perfectly fine, I understand. Is there anything in particular that you're good at?" he asks with one eyebrow raised. I nod and take out one of my knives. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I'm good with knives and fighting, sneaking, hunting, childcare, and cooking?" I suggest. He nods and is quiet for a second as he thinks something over. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""How good with knives?" He asks eyeing the sheathes that are visible. I look around for a second before seeing a tree about 35 yards away and point it out to Dale who nods. I launch the knife at it, and it buries itself deep into the bark. I jog over to it and yank it out, sheathing it and jogging back. He stares at me with wide eyes. "Fighting?"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I've been fighting since I was 3, sneaking since I could walk, hunting for a good 10 years, and cooking since I was about 12. I've had to take care of my younger sister more times than I could count. I also do gymnastics and took my team to state where we won." /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""What aren't you good at, Alicai?" He asks incredulously. I stop and think for a moment. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I'm not very good at keeping my temper in check or sympathizing with people," I say quietly, remembering the events that took place on the rooftop in Atlanta with Merle. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Well, as long as you don't cause any injuries, I don't think it'll be a problem. You demonstrate your cooking skills tonight for dinner, if you'd like," He suggests. I nod in agreement and walk off to find my sisters. I find them with Rick's wife and the woman who warned her daughter away from me. They are watching the kids play and talking. They stop as soon as I get near. I ignore it and look around the clearing for a chunk of wood. I find a good one and sit down next to my sister and begin to carve the wood with my smallest knife. They watch me for a while before returning to their conversation, though they cast nervous glances my way occasionally. 'I guess being a new unknown guy who can use knives makes me a bad guy.' I begin humming /spanspan style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Gone Without Goodbye /spanspan style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"by Brian Littrell, one of my favorite songs. Most people wouldn't think that I'd be into that style of music because of my appearance, but I guess I'm just weird. When I get halfway through the song, I'm so absorbed in my carving that I don't notice when I start to sing the words out loud. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""For I can feel the pain, look into his eyes, but I don't know gone without goodbye." I sing softly and I notice that they stop talking, but I ignore it in favor of focusing on my project. "If I could reach the sky, I'd bring her right back to your arms, though I haven't seen your girl, she's forever in my life." I could feel their eyes boring into the top of my head, and I finally looked up, raising an eyebrow. "What?" I say cluelessly, not sure what they wanted. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""You have a beautiful voice," This comes from Lori, Rick's wife. I blushed as I realized that I had been singing out loud. I gave her a small smile./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Thank you," I say quietly. I bite my lip and tug on the rings that are there. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""How long have you been singing?" She asks me, fiddling with the chain of her necklace. I smile as I remember all the times that I would just blast music and belt out the lyrics to songs./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Since I was little. I've always really loved music," I say, "You're Rick's wife, Lori? Right?" I say, sure I have the right name, but wanting to check just in case I was wrong. She nods and I smile. I turn when I hear leaves crunching behind me under little feet. I see Mira running towards me at full speed. When she's about two feet away, she launches herself at me and squeals. I quickly sheath my knife and catch her, throwing her up and catching her again before setting her down in my lap, smiling and kissing her on the forehead. She giggles and reaches up to pull my face down and kiss my forehead too. I laugh and lightly tap her nose. She scrunches her nose up and puts her hands on my lips, pushing them apart to look at my teeth. I sigh and let her, as long as she doesn't try to put her hands in my mouth, it's fine. I get an idea and smirk before fake growling at her and baring my fangs playfully as I tickle her. She squeals and shrieks in laughter as I tickle her. I hear laughing that is definitely not coming from Mira and look up to see the other ladies laughing. I smile and let go of Mira, who grabs my hand and tells me to come play with her. I get up and follow her and let her lead me to a patch of yellow dandelions. She runs around picking a bunch of the yellow flowers after telling me to stay there. Then she runs back to me and begins threading the flowers into my hair. I chuckle and let her, sitting still until she declares that she's finished. Then I get up and head back to the ladies to finish my carving. They laugh at me when they see the flowers in my hair, but I just smile and sit down./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" A little bit later, I hear a scream and the ladies and I spring up and run to where the scream came from and see Carl and a younger girl standing away from a walker who's munching on a deer that has an arrow buried in it's head. I frown and move forward with a knife in hand to stab it, but before I can, it falls down dead with an arrow in it's skull. I look up when I hear the bushes directly in front of me begin to shake and rattle as I figure makes it's way through. I get ready to kill something when a lithely muscled man walks out of the bushes with a crossbow in his hands. I remain in my defensive position as he walks up to the walker and yanks the arrow out before kicking it and cursing. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Stupid walker got to my kill!" he shouts and walks over to the deer and yanking the arrow out. By now the other guys have arrived on the scene, and are gathered around us. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Do you think we could just cut around the part it gnawed on?" a man with dark hair and eyes that is standing next to Rick suggests. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I wouldn't risk it," I say, shaking my head. He looks at me and frowns. I see how his eyes flicker up to my hair and automatically labels me as someone who isn't a threat. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""And who are you?" He says haughtily. I roll my eyes and sheath my knife, standing up straight. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Alicai Nox. Brent, Bo, Mira, and Bambi's brother." I say and hold out a hand that he rudely ignores. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Shane." He says. I can tell that he thinks that I'm not dangerous. I start to get irritated. "Who's Bambi?" He asks me with a cockily raised eyebrow. I point at my older sister. "You mean Taylor?" I nod and he rolls his eyes. "Why do you call her Bambi?" /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""It's just a nickname that I gave her when I was little and it stuck." I say as I shrug my shoulders. I frown and walk up to him, irritated at the way he writes me off as though I couldn't hurt him. " I say we don't try to eat the deer. Did you get any other kind of meat?" I ask the man with the crossbow, assuming he's the hunter of the group. He nods. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Yeah, I got some squirrels. It's not much to work with, but it should be enough for the group. The name's Daryl Dixon," He says and offers his hand, which I shake. "Why do you care how much meat I got?" He asks curiously. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Alicai Nox, and I'm in in charge of cooking tonight. I wanted to know what I've got to work with so I can cook it right." He nods and starts walking back to the camp. I follow him, as it's probably about time to start preparing dinner for the camp. When we get back I walk over to the RV and get a small metal bowl, then go to a small table outside and ask Daryl to help me get the squirrels skinned and ready to be cooked. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""D'ya know how to skin a squirrel, flower boy?" He says with an eyebrow raised. I frown for a moment at the name before remembering the flowers still threaded into my hair. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""My knives aren't just for show," I say and pull out a smaller one, but not the smallest that I had on me. I grab a squirrel and begin expertly skinning and gutting it. Daryl watches for a moment before skinning a squirrel too. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Not long after that, we finish preparing the meat and I ask if he would like to help me with the rest. He agrees and we start to chat idly. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""What's the story behind your arrival? I'm pretty sure you weren't here when I left earlier." He asks. I shrug my shoulders and begin telling the story of how I found my siblings. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I was going to school up in Washington, and then I heard about the whole world going to shit and traveled from there to here, where I stumbled across a few of yours doing a supply run in the city and I helped them get out. I came back to camp and discovered that my siblings were here and that my parents were dead." I say, a pang going through my chest again. He's silent for a little bit before he continues with the questions. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""How come you look so different? I mean, your sisters both have brown hair and your brothers both have blonde hair, and they all have blue eyes, yet you have white hair and red eyes. Your build is different from theirs too.." He trailed off. I sighed, this was a question that I got a lot. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""My mom and dad adopted me when they went to Germany on vacation and found me half dead from starvation on the side of the road. They took me to the hospital and adopted me when my guardians were found inadequate. I was nine then, so I still speak German and sometimes I slip into the language on accident," I say softly with a small smile at the memory. It was one of the happiest days of his life when his parents asked him if he wanted them to adopt him. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Daryl was quiet for a while, before he began telling his own story of how he and his brother were mistreated by their father and often had too little food. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Soon, dinner was done and I carried a large pot of squirrel stew out to where everyone had gathered to eat. There were two fires for some reason, most of the camp gathered around the larger one, while the woman who had told her daughter to stay away from me and her husband and daughter at the other one. I was sitting by the fire after I had finished eating and received many compliments on my cooking and letting Mira pull the flowers out of my hair and play with my earrings. There was a small commotion at the other fire when the husband, Ed, tried to make the fire bigger and Rick went over to tell him not to. They got in a small scuffle. Glenn was telling everyone how I had killed a ton of walkers to get Rick out of the tank and people were looking at me in disbelief. Especially Shane. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"br /span style="font-size: 14.6667px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: transparent;""You're telling me that flower boy over there killed half a herd of walkers in less than a minute? No way, he's too delicate for that." He proclaimed loudly. My brothers and older sister were trying to get him to shut up and I started taking deep breaths to try and calm down. But he just kept going on and on about how there was no possible way that I could kill that many walkers because I was so small and let my sister put flowers in my hair. Finally, I had enough. I handed Mira to Bambi and stood up, drawing Shane's attention. I gave him a dark look that had most of the group flinching. I walked over to him slowly, taking measured steps and pulling my cowl up to cover my mouth and nose. When I was about five feet from him, I broke out in a sprint and flipped over him, pulling out one of my knives and landing behind him before turning around and grabbing him in a way that he couldn't get away before I could hurt him and putting the blade against his throat. /span/p