you're full of light | CAROLINE |

[JAMES HARPER]

The day had gone swell given the circumstances that had taken place about two days ago. A group of people had attacked the town, succeeding in killing quite a bit of men. He had tried to help defend the town though was knocked out by one of the men in the group. The man had been in a dark blue prison jumpsuit. Unfornuately, he found out that the man had been killed in the attack. While, he was loyal to the town, he felt that they shouldn't have went about the way that they did. The group had come into the town for two people from what he could. The way that the asian boy's face looked, showed that he had been in Woodbury. Not taking warmly in as so many others in the town. This is what had led James to wanting out of the town quickly. Not yet would he leave, considering it provided him with safety. Supplies were in the town. The best place to stay for now until he could grapple on an idea to leave. A prisoner had been taken from the group, this time a male that was related to Merle. In the arena, he had chanted along with the townspeople. He wanted to see blood spilled for what had happened that night. The Governor had marked Merle as a traitor, revealing that it was him that led the terrorists into the town. So, this left him with two decisions. Leave the town quickly after forming an idea or just hope Merle would leave quicker than him. Growing up in England, he lacked knowledge of this new world despite a good defense against walkers. In the town, James had no one else to count on entirely. He was considered one of the nicest guys in town, no doubt. Though he could never see any of the people leaving with him to be out by themselves against a world that had gone to bloody hell.

A group of men from Woodbury had been assigned out of the town to go looking for any traces of the terrorists. It was to get an idea of whether they had gone back to the prison or were waiting nearby to attack again. So far, no signs were found of the terrorists. They had stumbled upon some walkers which they took care of within minutes. James had the honor of being able to go with them considering the state of the men in the town. Being out and about, allowed him to get away from the madness of the town. The town had still been debating over what to do with Merle and his brother. Given his past with Merle, he hoped that he would suffer though not die. James wasn't the type to wish death upon anyone, especially when he still had family left. Merle had a brother left in the world and deserved to be with him. On the other hand, James was left with no one. He had no family left in the world. His father had died two years before the outbreak luckily. His mother? She had taken off as soon as he was born back to the states thus he never met her. It was doubtful that he would meet her given the state of the world. James assumed her to be dead. As for the brother, he hoped that the brother would just escape and go back to his group. He saw no wrong in the brother insisting the group to save two people. He would never speak of this in front of anyone else considering it would next be him in the arena, if that happened. It just so happened that he kept his goodwill intact despite the world causing people to just want to automatically kill others without a really good reason.

The small group of men had piled into a pickup truck, heading down the road towards the pharmacy. This had been the place where Merle had found the two people from the terrorist group. The Governor had asked for the group to go to the pharmacy in the hopes that the terrorist group had sent a pair out for more supplies. Taking to the outside, the rest of the men had wandered about. On the other hand, James had decided to head inside. He had a baseball bat in his head, a wooden one. Wooden ones were always better since if they broke smashing into the walker's head, he could easily use the end to stab the walker in the head. James was someone that would mainly use bats along with knives. Never did he use a gun as the sound drew the attention of walkers. He found that out when he saw someone use a gun which drew a few walkers out. Stepping over broken glass from what had been the door, he slowly walked in with the bat raised. A walker was laying on the ground, mutilated from an attack from a human. It didn't move at all though he took no chance as he walked past it, into the aisle which was trashed. Pieces of the bottom shelf were laying about. It was then that he heard the noise of what sounded like someone falling. As if someone had tried to get up though had fallen back down. Cautiously turning the corner, he looked with curiousity at what the noise had been. He had been prepared to smash a walker's head in though instead, a girl was in the pharmacy. She had blonde hair though it was stained with some blood. Blood from a small cut on her forehead. James lowered the bat, taking the sight in before him. She looked feverish perhaps though he wasn't too sure. Overall, she didn't look well at all. Slowly stepping over to the girl, he leaned down next to her. Looking at her breathe slowly, he wondered how she could have managed to get into the pharmacy alone. The woods sometimes had more walkers than one person could take on. The walker in the pharmacy? Had she done that? There was no way, given her condition. Not letting go of the bat, he used his free hand to put on her forehead gently to check for a fever.

[CAROLINE BLACK]

Caroline sat and listened to her brother and Princess Bitch hash it out about where they were to go to hunt for their next victims. At this point, discussion didn't bother her, but she never liked to watch them carry back a fresh corpse to camp. It was seriously gross, and even though she killed walkers regularly, the thought of taking a human life in a world like this, was horrible. It was bad enough that people were dying and coming back to life, but to rip away the life that they've worked hard to keep- she was so against what this group did. That's why she started telling her brother that she'd rather starve than be like them. Even Ella tried to talk her into it when her brother wasn't around. Like she could convince Caroline of doing differently, when Caroline was as stubborn as a mule. "I think we need to go somewhere near town, so I can raid a store. As much as I'd love to watch you two devour someone." she said with a sneer. They knew very well that it had been a couple of days since she had eaten. She was weak and walking would probably turn into a workout, but it was her choice...until they decide to force feed her again. It was a half hour before her brother won the arguement with Ella, leading them into the woods. "To grandmother's house, we go!" she said dramatically to the remaining group staying behind, earning chuckles for her remark.

Things were fine for most of the journey. A few walkers here and there, but that was normal. The world was swarming with them, after all. Caroline kept an eye our for any animals that she could kill and take back to camp, but it wasn't her lucky week, apparently. The trio trudged on, stopping only when they heard the familiar groans of walkers- a group of them. Caroline knelt, taking aim with her bow immediately; making perfect headshots. Things started to get slightly chaotic, however, which resulted in her being seperated from Ella and Luke. Caroline ran like she did when she was on track in high school. This time she was sprinting from things trying to kill her, though, not someone trying to hand her a freaking baton. Caroline was weak. She knew that keeping up like this, would only lead to her being eaten or passing out and being eaten. Two situations she didn't want to be involved in, to be honest! Leaning against of a tree, she slid down to a sitting position to try and catch her breath- taking another look around her. Slinging her bow over her shoulder, she opted for her sai daggers- one in each hand. After taking a few moments to regroup, Caroline pushed herself up, walking as fast as she could manage to a pharmacy in her line of sight.

It took too much effort to get to the store and it was obvious that others had been here recently. Gripping her daggers a little tighter, she walked into the store and was greeted by walker almost immediately. Caroline was running out of steam and she absolutely layed into the walker that had almost taken a bite out of her arm. After she got the thing on it's back, she smashed the bottom of her shoe into it's skull for good measure. Tucking her daggers into their small holsters, she inched her way down an aisle, looking around for anything, but seeing nothing. The dizziness ensued, leaving her gripping the shelves to keep her balance. Tears blurred her vision, knowing that she'd probably die this way. And the worst part was that she knew her brother wouldn't stop looking for her. What if he found her this way? Or reanimated? That would be even worse! And it would kill him, she knew it would. It send him into an alcoholic enduced coma. Letting out a gasp, her vision turned black- turned to nothingness. And in that moment, all was well.

She didn't know how long she was out, but when she saw a figure kneeling next to her, she groaned, trying to sit up. However, this task wasn't as easy as she thought it was going to be. Her throat was dry and she could barely keep her eyes open long enough to figure out if she was seeing things or if she was about to be murdered. "Please. I'm not sick...not like that." she managed to say, finding the strength to sit up- only to lean against a wall for support immediately; eyeing the guy suspiciously. "Don't even think about pulling something over on me." Because she obviously looked threatening. More like ready to pass out again at any given moment. Her voice was hoarse and she felt something warm on her head. Was she cut? Reaching up quickly, she pressed her fingers against a cut- retracting her fingers quickly and breathing in sharply. "Shit." Looking up at the guy again, she furrowed her brows- willing herself not to look helpless, when all she wanted to do was have a nervous breakdown. "Wh-who are you? If you're going to kill me, just do it. I couldn't even put up a fight right now." Caroline leaned her head against the wall, waiting for him to do whatever it was he came to the store for: to kill her, to leave her, or to let her die on her own.

[JAMES HARPER]

James had enjoyed his time in England, it had been the place that he had grown up. It was a privileged land. He was able to visit around Europe with his father, experiencing different cultures as he grew up. His childhood was spent mostly in a boarding school, but they always had the ability of traveling. The chance to enjoy different types of food in Europe was his favorite part about traveling. It was seeing the differences in the food that was prepared for each person. The second best thing was meeting the different people of different countries. They all spoke differently and acted differently. Italians were loud. Irish were known for being rather tough. Having grown up a bit privileged to travel, he had hoped for a trip to the United States. His father refused from time to time, mainly for the fear of running into the woman that had left them alone to go back to her family. She claimed that her parents and siblings needed her back home. Something that she would probably regret when she returned, no doubt. Who in their right mind would leave behind a newborn to be raised by one parent rather than both parents? Having grown up, James wanted to explore the US for himself. So, he planned a trip to Atlanta for a small vacation. It was a place not far from Florida and beautiful weather according to the airline staff. Nope, they lied. The heat was horrible in the state of Georgia. Something that he hated about the state. It was during this small vacation that an outbreak began. People were starting to turn into things that they were not. Airplanes refused to take off for the safety of everyone. He was stuck in a world that was not too well known to him. If one good thing came out of the outbreak, it was that he no longer needed citizenship to live in the country.

Having grown up in England, he grew to respect people. He was always viewed as being the nice guy. The type of guy that girls would want to date. If one thing prevented them from dating him, it was the fact that he was easily angered. James had no problem punching a guy that was rude to the girl. Even if the comment was merely harmful, he was always protective. He believed that a girl should have been treated with the most utmost respect. Let's just say, he grew up in an environment that was into the old fashioned rules. Holding doors open for ladies, opening the car door for them. This was something that had stuck with him despite the state of the world. Being stranded in America, he started to see the differences between England and America. People were rude to each other at times. Times that were unneccesary. Such as people not holding the door for the person behind them to catch. Unneccesary road rage from people flicking the finger and beeping their horns. Those things made him wish for the planes to get back up and running. While, he had ignored the TV, he knew what was going on as soon as he encountered a walker. No wonder, his cell phone had no longer been working. The next place of residence for him was Woodbury. It reminded him of England a bit. The people in the town were much more polite than they had been in Atlanta. Though signs of manners and proper order in the world was something that had not shown on the night of the terrorists attack. While, they had been tasked to look for the terrorists, James wasn't too concerned for finding them. In fact, he had walked into the store to get away from the small group of men that he had tagged along with. James just wanted some space away from the town and it's people.

Having walked into the store, he had found a girl. She had blonde hair, the type of hair that would be associated with stupid. The americans had a poor judgement of someone just for their hair color. Terrible manners. He had heard many remarks by people in Atlanta that blondes were not the brightest people to meet. They were the type that you could find being clumsy, tripping over their own feet as times. Their tongue would be too quick to really comprehend what they had said, not thinking thoroughly over what they had said. They didn't make sense at times. James thought differently of girls with the color - blonde. He didn't see much of a difference between girls with different hair colors. They all had their own traits and flaws. The girl's eyes were a bright blue, resembling the ocean when the sun would rise. Her eyes were how he could tell that something wasn't right about her. She was sick, perhaps from hunger though it was never safe to just assume right away on certain things. Woodbury had done that countless times with some people and it always resulted in bad things. Her sick state could have easily been a fever, one that resembled the one that soon to be walkers had. The girl looked to be no more than twenty one. Hell, she could have been fifty though her extremely white skin proved otherwise. James' eyebrows lifted a little as he wondered how a girl could look so white despite the possibility of being out in the sun everyday. Not that it effected her beauty, considering she probably could have been blue and still looked beautiful. She had stirred slightly when he put his hand on her forehead. No fever, good thing for him. He doubted that he could hit her in the head repeatedly. Her voice was dry, indicating a dry throat. It didn't take much of a guess to believe it was from hunger or thirst. The girl sat up, leaning against the wall for support. He had moved his hand from her forehead when she had stirred though remained kneeling down next to her. She tried to threaten him though it was a poor attempt for she was weak. His eyes only watched her as she took notice of the cut on her forehead. James was pondering what to do about her. To take her back into the town or to leave her at the pharmacy. It was merely due to the state of things back in the town. He asked, "Do you really think that low of other people?" People in this new world only believed that others would harm them right away. Even if they were not a threat to others. The girl looked up at him again, furrowing her brows. His voice had been a thick british accent unlike any of the other voices in the state. It was quite rare to run into an englishman in a southern state. She spoke again, asking who he was. The girl also told him to kill her, if that was what he planned to do with her. James shook his head lightly and got up, walking away from the girl. After some noise was heard, he returned to the girl with a bag of party mix and a bottle of water. They had been left on the shelves of the pharmacy, showing that most people came to the pharmacy for medicine not the small snacks often found in pharmacies. The noise had been the sound of him moving a shelf from over them. He had spotted the colored bag of party mix sticking out from underneath the shelf when he first entered the store. Kneeling back down next to the girl, he held out the water bottle along with the bag. James said with a slight smile, "Not exactly excellent cuisine, but it'll work until we get somewhere filled with more choices. And kill a beautiful girl like yourself when you managed to defend yourself against a walker in your state? Not a chance, love." It wasn't part of some game as a guy would often do to lure a girl to him. It was how James acted to every girl even if he didn't know them. The sound of the other men outside could be heard, closer to the front of the store now. Speaking in a quiet voice, he said, "The name is James. What would happen to be your name?" When he had spoken before of going to a place with more choices, it meant that he had decided to offer her the chance to go back to Woodbury with the group. It was a big risk considering the current state of the town. Though it'd be worth it, if it meant saving her life in the end.

[CAROLINE BLACK]

Caroline's childhood wasn't very similar to any of the kids that she made friends with in school. Her family was "privileged" and she lived a rather nice life before all of this happened. However, Caroline never let it get to her head. She wanted to live a normal life and have normal friends just like any other person. It was hard finding people that would like her just for her, though. It was amazing what social climbers would do to try and be friends with someone with money. It was pathetic. She had a group of good friends, though, but unfortunately, she has no idea if any of them survived- especially because they were in the city that day. Caroline knows all too well that they napalmed the streets of Atlanta- thinking that it'd get rid of the problem immediately. Thinking about things like her friends burning to death or her parents untimely demise made her feel weak. It made her feel sad. And in a world like this, weakness leads to death; she wasn't going to risk her sanity, either. Speaking of, her brother had completely lost it, for the most part. He had always been more distant around people, but ever since he killed their brother...it changed him. Caroline figured that he thought he was fine, that he had just adjusted to this new way of life. But how can one justify killing people? When did it start feeling normal? It still didn't feel that way to Caroline, but she had to do it to stay alive- everyone had to. After all, like she had once said before, weakness leads to death.

Now, before all of this happened, Caroline was the pickiest dater on the face of the Earth. She was fairly convinced that chivalry was dead and that most men were manipulative pigs. Sometimes, she even went as far as considering herself a feminist. She did the whole football player dating cheerleader thing in high school, but she found out that dating someone with the IQ of a rock was unbearable. Either way, no man had ever impressed her. Boys tried, of course, but she was holding out. However, here she sat, staring at an ENGLISHMAN, in the middle of Georgia, during a zombie apocalypse. Now, Caroline was half out of it. She wasn't sure if she was just imagining a good looking guy with an accent, or if it was real. Nevertheless, she listened to him speak carefully, to try and hear if he was being honest with his words.

He was classically handsome, she observed. Not like all of the inbred hillbillies that tended to swarm the Southern states. His hair was dirty blonde and he had a strong jawline. He was really good-looking, she concluded, in her hazy state. However, that didn't mean he was actually one of the good guys. He could be buttering her up, only to strike when she started to trust him. Her words indicated how little she trusted humanity at this point. She went right to the 'kill me' option when speaking to him. He then asked if she really thought that low of other people. Well, duh! She cleared her throat slightly, holding back a small groan from the pain that ensued. "If you knew the company I kept, you'd understand why I went to that conclusion so fast." Caroline watched him carefully, watching for any sudden movement. She inched back slightly when he stood up, walking away from her momentarily. Was he going to get the other people he came here with? Did he even come here with other people? He looked like he had been well off. For starters, he was clean and wearing clean clothes. He wasn't starving, like her, so he had obviously been eating well. Caroline began to wonder if there was a safe haven around this area. If there was, she sure as hell couldn't tell her brother or Ella. That'd be like taking an obese person to an open buffet; food everywhere. Her blue eyes looked up at him when he returned, chips and water in hand. At this point, she didn't care if he was going to gut her. At least she'd get food out of it. "Not exactly excellent cuisine, but it'll work until we get somewhere filled with more choices. And kill a beautiful girl like yourself when you managed to defend yourself against a walker in your state? Not a chance, love." Caroline returned the small smile, shocked at how civil and nice he was. "I appreciate it. You're not so bad yourself, sir." She reached for the bag of party mix and the water gingerly- as much as she wanted to tear into that bag, she actually ate at a normal pace. Like she could pig out in front of him? Uh, no, Caroline. You cannot.

It was amazing how much better she felt, just from a bag of party mix and a water. However, when she heard voices near the door, her head whipped around, going into defense mode. When she heard the stranger speak, though, it calmed her nerves. Caroline let her eyes meet his, letting his English accent echo in her mind before answering him. James, hmm? Of course, his name is James. He even looks like one. "Thank you for saving me, James," she smiled. "I'm Caroline." Taking a drink of her water, she let her eyes wander over to the are where the doors were, matching his hushed tone. "Did you come here with other people? I can wait to leave until you do, if you don't want them to see me. I understand." Was he really going to leave her, though? She didn't know for sure. She knew how weird people could be when others were brought into groups, though. Some people were as cautious as she, so she had to respect that. Whatever his decision was, she felt like she owed him. He could have killed her. She could have died.

[JAMES HARPER]

Woodburywas everything that someone could look for in a place considering the state of the world. The streets were safe to walk on even at night though the Governor didn't appreciate the idea much. Kids could have a normal life in the town, mothers teaching small groups of children about things that they would have learned by teachers in a school. Teenagers could pursue relationships amongst each other, taking each other on dates. Everyone looked for a Woodbury, no doubt. Everyone wanted to return to their former lives when everything had structure. Now in the new world of hell, they had no structure. It was their choices that would define them. Along with defining them, it would ultimately lead up to whether they survived in the end or not. No one had a clear idea of when the terror of people turning into walkers would end, if it would ever end. People were just trying to be given the chance to live out their lives for the sixty to eighty years that they would have, had the world stayed as it was. They no longer had the goals of becoming lawyers or doctors. Being rich didn't matter in the new world, not even being poor meant anything. The world meant that everyone was equal. They all had an equal chance of dying, no one was truly safe. Yet Woodbury had remained untouched by the outside world. Sure, some casualities happened when the walls first went up apparently. However, the town provided safety for it's inhabitants much better than any other place. Anyone taken into the town, spoke of stories of other places. The other places were nowhere near as safe as Woodbury. The town was the one place to remain standing compared to the other places that the people had encountered. It had a sense of structure with the Governor and his men. Despite the safeness, it would not change what was outside the walls. The empty roads, homes, and cities were all signs that a plague was slowly taking away the light of the earth. Being safe was one thing, but enjoying the world safely as a whole was something that would perhaps not occur again. For some that never left their hometown, they would not see much of the world which was a sad thought.

Insanity had taken over the world, people killing others for food. Those rumors had flown around quite a bit, so some people refused to trust others. In a world that was so scarce of humans, it seemed unwise to kill off others unless they were a real threat. The rumors had been around since the outbreak first started. They were the type of people that everyone wanted to avoid at all costs. They were the people that had lost their sanity, killing live people. After seeing people get devoured by walkers, it was hard to believe that cannibals would be so willing to do such a thing. James had heard the rumors of the cannibals and automatically believed them to not be capable of saving. How could someone go from killing people back to who they had been before? Killing someone was like ripping away the soul. It made people think different of that person in a negative way. Not many people would commend it as some great honor. Not many people found joy out of seeing people die. Even if someone killed another person because they were a threat, they usually felt regret over it. They couldn't risk death even though their morals told them that killing someone was wrong. There was no choice now for most people when it came to abiding by their morals. Eating people? That was one choice that everyone still had. Food wasn't hard to find, if the person knew how to hunt. Animals were capable of faster speeds than walkers thus there was still plenty of animals to kill. The abandoned stores were becoming less raided as more people lost their lives to walkers, cannibals, and people. This meant that more food was being left behind for others to take, for example the bag of party mix. Things like that were able to be found by people that needed food thus there was no reason to be a cannibal in the new world. If anyone had a good excuse to be a cannibal, it would perhaps be him. He had grown up in England, preferring fish and chips among other things. Those items were quite rare to find in America which was full of fattening food.

The girl sitting on the ground was certainly different from other lasses that he had ran into, while being the country. Most had the blonde hair and blue eyes, that was a given. It was a popular look for girls in the United States, having been born with the bright blue eyes and graced with blonde hair. The difference was that she showed a toughness about her. In her weak state, she had threatened him. Other girls that he had ran into, mostly depended on their male counterpart to be the strong one out of them. Despite the creatures walking around the world, they still do some chores such as looking out for children. Not many of the women had knowledge of weapons nor hunting unless they were forced to learn. She made him curious as to what else she was hiding beneath those blue eyes. If she was this tough then how was the rest of her personality? Girls were quick to express themselves through behavior. Some would scream and shout as if they had taken horse pills for breakfast. Others would keep quiet and glance from afar at men that they desired to be with. Each girl was different in expressing the rest of their traits. Considering her weak state, she was perhaps incapable of expressing whether she was one of those loud obnoxious girls. Despite it, he was curious to know how she was as a person. The weak state would perhaps read off onto other guys that she was weak and should have been left behind. Though with her weak state slowly transforming to being alright, it showed that she only lacked basic human essentials. She wasn't some girl that could be obnoxious, right? James listened intently as she spoke as he thought of what kind of people that she had traveled with. They obviously were not decent people at all, if they caused her to think low of others. He asked, "Do you have any idea where they might be?" It was a saddening thought to think that she would perhaps return to her original group than Woodbury. Mainly because he didn't have any close relationships in the town and this would perhaps become one. Considering he had helped her out, plus she had yet to attempt to bash his head in with the baseball bat that was laying on the ground.

He had gotten her the bag of party mix along with a bottle of water. Disgusting food, the party mix was. Certainly not a good way to make an impression on a lady by giving her a bag of party mix. Completely full of sugar and unnecessary fattening ingredients. It was the only thing that he could find though. The bottle of water was a lucky find as most people had to depend on lakes to supply them with water. Water bottles were scarce to come by nowadays. He had commented about the food which she followed up with a compliment directed towards him. It was rare to find someone that was still intact with innocence. Clearly before the outbreak, the girl wasn't someone that would go about killing something by hitting in the face. Though she still kept that appearance of being innocent given her young age. She had taken the bag from him, opening it and eating at a normal pace. James kept quiet until he finally introduced himself to her in a quiet tone. She thanked him before introducing herself. As the sounds of the group were heard, she asked if he came with other people. Caroline offered to wait to leave until he did. James said, "No, you can come with us, if you'd like. Even if you didn't, I could easily leave with you. Those bloody fools won't come looking for me. You shouldn't be alone with just a bag of party mix and a water bottle." He knew that the Governor hated people leaving, he had heard what happened to Michonne. If he left, so what if the Governor came looking for him. He had wanted to leave somewhat in the first place as long as he could find someone to leave with. James smiled lightly and said, "Also, Caroline is a beautiful name and you don't need to thank me. You probably saved my life by killing Bubba over there." The walker had been a large male, as if he had a beer belly before the outbreak. It was strange to become a little attached to a stranger, but given the condition of the world, it was better to follow instincts over whether it was strange or not.

[CAROLINE BLACK]

Most survivors held on to the hope that there was a place somewhere, a sancturary, if you will, free of walkers. If they didn't, most of them would have long given up by now. Caroline considered herself one of those people. Her sanity didn't depend on it, however. She liked to believe that there was a place like that where things were mostly normal. It's like people who aren't Christians, but believe in a higher place. She believed that, one day, things would be semi-normal for her again. Caroline didn't want to think about walkers being an everyday occurrence until she died, but who really knew? And she wasn't about to start worrying about it. For the most part, she was doing more than alright. Aside from the little fainting spell she just encountered, she knew how to handle herself. Most women were reliant on their men, but Care didn't exactly have someone like that to rely on in the first place. Yes, she had her brother, but he was self-sufficient. He counted on her to be able to fend for herself, which was flattering, but...slightly upsetting? Not that she thought he'd be any other way, but still. Now he had a crazy bitch to travel with, too, so Caroline had her own back. It was kind of scary, knowing that even though you were with a group, you were actually quite alone. The thought made her smile wipe right off of her face.

From what Caroline had observed of James, he seemed like the perfect gentleman, attentive, and intelligent. Now, she didn't know if that was just the English accent clouding her perception, but she was fairly certain that she was correct. He had done nothing but help her, and she figured that if he was going to hurt her, he would have done it by now. The fact that the bat was sitting next to her, didn't escape her, either. She was very aware that he had sat it down, trusting that she wouldn't use it. And surprisingly enough, she had a level of trust with this stranger. It was rare, for sure, but she wasn't about to screw it all up by killing an innocent person, either. That's where she and her brother were different. The only reason that he let Ella in the group is because she held her own against him. Caroline tended to give people chances, though. However, when that trust was broken, she was done. She didn't think she'd have that problem with James, though. He was taking care of her when he could have easily left her there to suffer until she died. He definitely wasn't an American, that's for sure. She couldn't remember the last time a guy was as genuine as he.

The funny thing about this situation, is that before this apocalypse, Caroline used to be a vegetarian. She ate no meat and only ate healthy, organic foods. Once she realized how continuing that eating habit would be extremely difficult, she gave up the act. She only became one because her grandmother called her fat. Anyone could see that Caroline was far from fat, but at the time, she was an insecure teenager. Nevertheless, her diet changed. In this new world, though, it was pretty damn hard to gain any weight; both a blessing and a curse for some people. It was then that she heard him ask if she knew where the other people in her group were. It brought her out of her little revere, bringing her back to reality. Letting out a small sigh, she glanced at him. "They're not the kind of people that you'd want to go looking for...they're cannibals." Caroline that sink in for a moment before quickly adding in, "I'm not, though. Hence me risking starvation for a bag of party mix." she grinned slightly, taking another drink. "But, one of them is my brother...that's pretty much the only reason I've stayed with the group this long." She let her eyes search his face, then. Would he change his mind about her, now? It was apparent that he didn't, given the words that had just came out of his mouth; he wanted her to come with him. Oh, the offer was incredibly tempting. Was he at one of the sanctuarys she had been dreaming about? She was surprised that he had offered. And if she didn't go with him, he was willing to go with her and leave a safe haven behind. Were they already this connected? She pursed her lips, then, letting her eyes fall to her hands- set in concentration. After a moment, she looked back up at him, a small grin playing on her lips. "I think I'd like to come with you, actually. I came through the woods and believe me, you wouldn't want to backtrack through there; it's like a burial ground." Caroline let a small laugh escape her lips at the name he had given the walker she killed: Bubba. "I did both of us a favor, then. He almost got me when I came into the store. I'd take passing out over being eaten alive, any day. Also, James is a pretty regal name, are you sure you're not a prince or something and you're just not telling me?" she smiled, enjoying herself for the first time in a long time.