Bite Me

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Walking up the stairs, Kay started her speech, "La Casa de Kay has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and two closets. Later we'll view the outside area where you'll see a pool, a fence, and a grill! Already perfect for your family of three." That got a laugh out of them. She spoke as if she was an announcer on an infomercial, too much inflection but not enough emotion. They walked around to the bedroom farthest away from the stairs.

"Bedroom one also known as Rick's room." She motioned to the room next to it. "Bedroom two, Carl's room." She looked back at the group Carl and Rick where beaming, while Daryl sat on the railing, nonchalant as ever.

They walked through the small hallway, "This here is the bathroom, shower and toilet don't work, so take your business elsewhere." Daryl snorted from behind her, Kay was proud of herself.

The three then tried to follow her into her room. "Uh uh uh." She held out her hand in a stop motion. Carl tilted his head in confusion, but still wore a smile. "No boys allowed in the Penthouse." She led them downstairs once more.

"This here is Daryl's hovel - enough said." Pointing to the area where he slept last night, Kay hoped she wouldn't get stabbed. The relationship between the three was mostly forced, but Kay really liked to talk. She hadn't talked to people in so long, it was nice to hear her own voice again. 

Rounding through a downstairs hallway, Kay pointed to closets and another useless bathroom as the boys followed her like lost puppies. Bounding back through the house Kay spoke up again, "The kitchen!" She beamed at Daryl. His body language contradicted his emotions; arms crossed, shoulders slouched in, with a small smile on his face as he stared at the strange kid in front of him. 

No one knew what to think of her. Daryl was enamored, she was Carl's new best friend, and Rick-Rick wanted her to have a family. He wanted her to have people to rely on. He didn't want her to be alone anymore. He wanted her to have people to talk to. 

"-nothing in the fridge, but the shelves and pantry have food and water. So I'll help you guys with the portions and everything 'cuz y'know..." Kay paused, "it's kinda my shit." With one last look at the people in front of her, she began rummaging through the cupboards in front of her. Calling over her shoulder, "Dude, go grab your bag," at no one in particular.

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The three men were waiting on Kay. She had supplied them with adequate food and water (which consisted of two granola bars and two bottles of water per person), now the girl was grabbing her own supplies from her room. They were situated outside, as per request. 

She stumbled down the stairs with a gun about half her size, a knife, a smaller handheld gun that she could tuck into her pants, and a beat up baseball cap. Grabbing keys from her back pocket, she locked the door behind her.

Remembering that the people behind her technically broke into her house last night Kay asked, "How did you guys get in last night?" as they began their journey. 

"Broke a window." Daryl responded. Kay gave him an alarmed look, to which he responded with a shrug. So that's what I woke up to. 

"Well did you fix it!?"

"I put a chair in front of it." 

"Oh my god." She laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Kay was definitely going to fix that with some spare wood from the basement when they got back.

Before they could venture too far Rick tried to make conversation with the girl. Keyword: trying. "It's a bright one today, huh?"

"Uh, yeah. 'Brought a hat." She gestured to the hat on her head and turned back to the road in front of her after giving him a half smile. Kay didn't know what to think of the group surrounding her. On one hand, they literally broke into her house and held her at gunpoint, but on the other they've taken nothing from her and gave her people to talk to. Although they hadn't met on the best of terms, Kay decided she would trust the men (and boy) until they give her a reason not to. 

The sound of crunching broke Kay out of her autopilot-esque trance. Carl spoke up through a mouthful of honey granola, "Uh, Kay? Where exactly are we going?" 

She slowed to let him catch up to her, "Up this block there's a corner store that I haven't gone to yet." And the walk became quiet again. She figured they could share free-reign over a new place, rather than fighting over the last can of beans from some shoppe she's already searched. 

After walking past the next few houses they came to a small 7-Eleven- still perfectly intact, down to the milk crates recklessly strewn by the dumpsters. Daryl stepped in front of Kay, who had been leading the trip, as she checked her gun for ammunition and readied her knife. 

Daryl picked up a milk crate and slammed it against the entryway door. Apparently the glass got weathered - or something, she's not an expert- because it broke quite easily. Looking around her for any Roamers, she followed Carl into the store. 

Glass crunched under her boots as she made room for Daryl to enter. She held out her hand to stabilize him, if necessary. He stepped through, stumbled a bit, then slapped a high-five onto her hand. 

The other two turned to them and Rick spoke up, "Carl and I will take this half," he motioned to the left of the store, "and would you two take that half?" He tried turning his order into a question. Kay and Daryl nodded simultaneously.

"We'll split it up when we get to the house then." Kay piped in before they left. As safe as she felt in the little town, she felt safest in her house. 

"Okay." Rick said back, barely audible as he turned away from her. 

Kay looked up to Daryl as he stared right back down at her. He grumbled and walked to the isle farthest from them. The two started perusing the shelves; the place wasn't as untouched as Kay thought it was. In hindsight, Daryl probably could've walked through the front door.

Crouching down, the girl started scooping the last few bags of chips into the first pocket of her bag. Looking behind her for Daryl, she stood up and followed him into the next isle, hoping for more than just a few bags of chips. Turning the corner her eyes widened.

Jackpot.

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