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[nomeatonthesebones]

[Hauling his catch back to camp.]

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[igothim]

{Ana had only met up with these survivors after being on the road by herself for a good couple of months. When she got to them, she had been shot in the side during unfriendly fire.

She wasn't sure if they would take her in, but after a short while they kind of let her stick around. So, when Daryl came back? She stayed a bit out of sight, and out of mind but was glad to see the man coming back completely intact.}

Was it a good pickings at least? {She asked conversationally.}

[nomeatonthesebones]

N'aw. [As if any of them were expecting a better answer. It's not exactly a triumphant return as Daryl slinks in through the gate, a backpack that's only marginally fuller than it was than before he left slung loosely over his shoulder.]

Snares were empty. It's slim out there. [And it's only getting harder. Daryl finds himself going further and further afield, far beyond the perimeter of the prison, just to try and fend off starvation. At this rate, they won't last.] Got some eggs. [He fishes three of them delicately out of his pants pocket, the grey, speckled shells only about half the size of his thumb.] Woodpecker, I think. Some snails, too. Cook 'em right and you won't be able to taste 'em.

[igothim]

Okay...wow--I can do that. Though, maybe you should take someone with you next time? Two people can broaden the playing field a bit.

{She gently took the eggs with a sad smile. They looked so tiny, and she felt so bad for the bird and its loss. But they needed food.}

What about fishing? I know that takes more patience and time, and that doesn't happen with walkers all about. But, can't we set up something there? A net or a trap of some kind? Maybe rig a fishing pole that we can anchor and leave? Maybe even a few of them together? Check 'em daily?