found for the lost

met with the hunt.

Kate's pov:

I'm walking in the woods, obviously. My shirt drenched in sweat and it's not appealing at all, even the walkers wouldn't want me because of how the effects of the apocalypse hit me hard, my socks, underarms, and forehead were torture, and all I have left is seven bullets and one knife, I haven't eaten in days other than a can of mushroon soup.
I hate mushrooms.
I have a feeling someone is following me, and the footprints left behind are not doing me justice. I might die. But there will be consequences either way, right?

I'm just hobbling across the woods, my feet barely leaving the ground, but I quickly stop at the sound of a subtle huff, that wasn't me, and that most certainly wasn't a walker. I hesitate but within a swift movement I grab the knife from my belt and turn around, but I'm too late and met with a crossbow pointing between my eyes just on my forehead. I sigh in annoyance at my dumbfounded mind that I did not register how close I was to getting shot not even a second ago.
Great.
I look behind the crossbow to find a gruff man with sky blue eyes and dark brown hair, he looks like the definition of serious, If I wasn't so unfazed at this encounter I'd definitely be intimidated by the man standing in front of me. His eyes showed no hesitation to shoot, I could tell he was fighting hard to hold back.
But soon I noticed another man just walking behind him, he didn't look as scary as this other man is, his light brown hair is short and curly, if anything this would be a guy you'd trust to walk you home after a hard day, I don't know about this other man though. I'd have to know these two better anyway.
I raise my hands, dropping my knife as I do so, showing that I mean no harm, I keep my tone neutral.
"So...before you ask what I'm doing out here, I'm literally just walking. Trynna look for food and a place to lay my head"
And with that, the man just scoffs at the obvious answer of mine, I notice his voice is low, slightly hoarse, and quite deep.
"What's yur name?" He says in a very clear southern accent, I try to keep my lips from perking upwards at the thought that this man is a redneck. But then again what's to smile about? I think atleast every redneck could survive an apocalypse long enough, they're tough.
I nod at the question, seeing as I should have said my name first.
"How rude of me, it's Kate Morral"
I say simply.
The man behind him then speaks.
"I'm Aaron, this is Daryl...we were scavenging on a supply run" says Aaron while gesturing to Daryl.
"Nice names, I haven't met a 'Daryl' yet" I smirk at them and I could see Aaron's lips twitch in amusement but it quickly stops as Daryl scoffs. I take note that Daryl obviously doesn't talk much.
This was going to be a long day.