Bite Me

0.3

Kay's eyes peeked awake as she stretched the sleep from her joints. She relished in the peaceful her bed for a couple more moments until she figured she should check on the strangers in her house. If they took anything of hers she would definitely kill them. She grabbed her knife from beside her and slugged out of bed. She headed downstairs, only stopping a moment because of a slight head rush. She turned the corners from the staircase into the living area and was greeted with Daryl strung out on the couch. It was probably before noon. Kay thought. Besides what's going to happen, he's going to get fired from his day job. She smiled to herself, refraining from laughing at her own joke.

"Hey." A voice called from behind her, startling her. By reflex, Kay opened the knife and pointed it towards the foe, or in this case Carl.

"Woah, I come in peace!" He exclaimed holding his arms up by his shoulders. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you." He lowered his voice noticing a sleeping Daryl behind Kay. He lowered his arms as Kay put her knife away.

"You're fine. I'm just not used to this much-" she paused. People? Surprise? Talking? Annoyance? Noise? Noise. "-noise." She finished. She turned and motioned for him to follow her. They moved into the kitchen and sat at the small table that was probably made for decoration.

"I just didn't want to wake up your friend." She reasoned with him.

He hummed in agreement. "So what's up?" He spoke after silence , trying to break the tension.

"Nothing much, just a group of random strangers living in my house trying to mooch off my supplies even though I worked hard for them. Yeah, everything is kind of normal. What about you?" Her bitterness shined through her sarcasm a little bit, but it made sense.

He exhaled out of his nose and a smile played at his lips. "Yeah, but you're stuck with us now. So deal with it." A full smile played at his features. "But yeah nothing much with me either. I'm just living in some stranger girl's house, and she won't even let us touch anything!" He reasoned with her. They smiled at each other and started laughing, although Kay's was easily overpowered by Carl's.

"How'd you even find this place," looking around the room he continued, "it's like untouched."

He looked back at her as she began, a smile still playing at her lips, "My dad and I had to leave our house in the city because it became too dangerous, and we were just so tired so we cleared out this house and stayed here for a couple of days. When our food ran out we finally went exploring and found out how empty and abandoned it really is here. But I mean there's no people and no Roamers, which can't be a bad thing these days." She just kept rambling on and on about the last couple of years. She hadn't talked to anyone in the past year and a half, Kay just couldn't help herself.

Carl listened until she was finished talking. "We should play 20 Questions." He randomly sputtered out.

"Dude, what even is that." She laughed as she spoke.

"So like, first-or not first! Whatever you want. Or I could choose, I don't care. But like you ask a question then I answer it. Then I ask a question and you answer it. We just keep going until," he thought for a couple seconds, "we stop? I don't know. It doesn't have to stop at 20, but like it's a question game." He couldn't have explained it worse, Kay couldn't help but laugh. Carl stuttered through every other word and used way too many hand gestures to be considered normal.

"Sure, but you 'gotta go first 'cuz it was your idea." She spoke.

"Fine." He humored her. "Um. Favorite color?"

"Orange. Not like weird gross orange, but the good 'kinda sunset one."

"Now you get a question." He reminded her when the room fell silent.