The girl with the black knife

Convinced

I'm trying not to make any noise. It's not for 'them' , it's for the animals that I'm hunting down. I have been here for maybe 2 hours and I still haven't caught anything. It has been bad the last few months with food and water. I don't know how I can do this anymore. After a few moments of constantly complaining in my head, I see a deer just passing by me. Before everything happened , it used to be scared of me. I get my knife out of my pocket but I'm keeping my eyes focused on the deer. As soon I was going to throw the knife to the animal, an arrow hits the deer in the head and kills him immediately. I turn my head really quick to see with what or who I'm dealing with. It's a man, tall browned hair man with a crossbow in his hand. He's wearing dirty clothes and is also covered in dirt and sweat. I just keep staring at him and how much I want to say something, there's nothing coming out of my mouth. So that's when he says something first.
'Sorry for claiming your deer, but I killed it first.' He says.
He says it as a friendly sarcastic joke but his expression on his face is dead serious. We just keep staring at each other and I don't know what he's going to do or what he's capable of.
'Are we going to kill each other for the deer or share it?' I ask.
He's still looking at me with that face and it is starting to make me nervous. So, I turn around, go to the deer, split it in half and throw the half with the head on to him.
'If you also want the second half, I guess we have a problem than.' I say. After all that staring , he is moving his face for once. I don't know what he wants, so I take my half from the deer and walk away.
'How many walkers have you killed?' He asks suddenly.
I stop and turn around to him.
'The things.... we call them walkers.' He says.
I don't know why he's asking me that so I say
'What?'
'Just answer the question,' he says on a politely tone.
And there it is, I'm staring at him again. But this time I can answer.
'Too many to count, maybe a hundred... even a thousand or something, I don't know.'
He stares at me with a dead serious face again.
'How many people have you killed?' When he asks that, all the memories are coming back and I'm feeling the pain again, the pain of losing someone. I don't want to answer, but at some point I have to. It's like the guy found a way to pull the answer out of me.
'One.' I say.
'Why?' He asks.
And I answer immediately.
'Because she was begging me to.'
'Do you have a camp, and people?' He asks.
'No, I'm on my own.' I say.
'My name is Daryl,' he says. ' I have a camp a couple miles back. We have shelter, we have food, medicine,... We have everything we need. There's enough place for one more.'
I don't know this guy but I have a feeling I can trust him, but I don't want to because I don't know him. But I like the thought of having people around me again and that I don't have to run and hide anymore. But who says those people are anything better than the rest I had to deal with?
'I appreciate the offer, but I'm better on my own.'
Now I have the feeling that I'm lying to myself.
'I get it that you don't trust me, but I have a suggestion. You can come with me and I can show you the camp. You can stay one day, and if you still think you're better on your own... we're letting you go.'
He's not like the rest of the people I have met. I know I can trust him, I just know it. I grab the deer, come for the first time really close to him and give him my half of the deer.
'Take the lead.' I say.
And that's the first time his dead serious face changes to a face with a little smile.