Something More than This. (The Walking Dead)

Farmland

I eye the group carefully. I've been studying them for a few days now. There's usually a man on top of the RV during the night, but there's a way up without him noticing, I could knock him out, take some supplies and no one needs to get hurt. Tonight I'll strike. 

I wait around the bushes until I see everyone going to sleep. Now's my chance. I arm myself with my gun, slinging my crossbow, and nearly empty bag on my back. I walk slowly between the two barn houses, when suddenly something catches my eye. A little kid. He notices me too, and starts to walk over to me. 

"Hi." He says outright. 

"Didn't your mom teach you not to talk to strangers?" I say in a hushed voice. 

"Everyone is a stranger now, though." He says like it means something to him. 

"Heh. Guess you're right. What's your name kid?" I ask, tossing my hair out of my face. 

A light shines towards us. 

"Carl?! Carl!" A woman yells, running towards us, she slows down and walks. "Who are you?" She questions angrily. 

"Mina." I say. 

"What are you doing with my son?" 

"Look. I just need some supplies okay?" I sigh. " Let me be honest with you. I was gonna just come in and take what I could get but, I didn't know there was a kid here. And now I'll just go." 

"Mom, what if she has a group? What if they need food too?" The kid, Carl says. 

The woman leans down and whispers something in his ear. Then stands and points at me. 

"You, you stay here." She says agressively.

I lean on the barn and wait for whatever this woman has in store for me. After a few minutes I hear people talking, and see people emerging from tents, a man with a sheriff's outfit, a man who looks Korean, a woman with blonde hair, a woman with short grey hair, a man who is rubbing his head descends the RV, an older man, steps out of the RV, followed by a black man. The last person to emerge looks really pissed off and is wearing what appears to be a dirty green muscle shirt. 

The man wearing the sheriff's outfit speaks up. 

"What's your name?" He says roughly. 

"Mina." I answer again. 

"What do you want?" 

"I already said I need some supplies." I roll my eyes. If it wasn't for my weakness for kids, I'd have been in and out already. 

He turns his back on me. 

"Alright, everybody, go back to bed. Daryl, take the girl to your tent and question her." He addresses his group. 

"Me?" The man wearing the dirty tank top asks. "Why me? It was yer son that found her. You do it." 

"Daryl..." The first man warns. 

"Whatever man." Daryl walks up to me and hoists me up roughly. "Move." He says, pushing me forward. When we get to the last tent he, again pushes me roughly inside. "Weapons." 

I sigh, dropping my gun down on the floor, and pulling my crossbow off my back. He pulls my hands together and ties rope around them. Then he starts to unzip my boots, revealing my knife. 

"Hmph. Clever girl ain't ya." He snatches it away. And ties my feet together. 

"Ya hungry?" I nod. "Thirsty?" Again I nod. "Good. You'll get what you want when you answer me. Where's your group?"