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It had been a little while since then.

The trio and Manu had split up. Manu having been too... resistant to working in a group. There was something wrong with him, it wasn't hard to tell by the way he acted and carried himself. It was just... [i]wrong[/i] how honest and uncaring he was to some of their questions. It scared Allison, she didn't want someone who would so willingly leave her for dead watching her back in the dead of night. With this in mind Tony had essentially hit the man over the head with his gun, and Brick dragged him into some bushed and out of sight to keep him from being in any danger for a while, but not without stealing some of his water. Finders keepers, he should be paying them for not killing him outright. Diesel had disappeared throughout this endeavor, coming back not long after with his jaws freshly bloodied with whatever woodland creature the Rottweiler had gotten his jaws upon. Probably a rabbit or a squirrel. Probably the former. Everyone had trouble catching squirrels. They shouldered their packs, and continued on, Brick tossing his Kukri up and catching it by the hilt as they went.

"You're going to cut yourself doin' that Brick." Allison commented, scowling somewhat through her sunglasses. Tony grunted, "Good luck getting him to listen." He commented. Brick laughed a little. "You're just salty I beat you in a game of Texas Hold'em last night." He said, catching his blade and then stuffing it back into it's sheath, prompting Allison to smirk a little bit. "I should teach you to use some of my throwing knives sometime. They ain't shit against a walker, but they'll put a man on his ass cryin', seein' as you love blades so much." she said, pointing down at her shoe with the barrel of her hunting rifle. She always kept a few knives in her shoes. "Ey! You better not point yer gun at yer foot, ya might shoot yer foot off!" Brick replied, his voice high pitched and squeaky, making fun of Allison for her earlier comment. Allison, in turn flipped him off. "You'd be sleeping on the couch for that one." She said, scowling at them. "If only I had that much comfort." Brick replied. Tony walked about two steps behind them, covering the rear with Diesel. "What'd I tell you, dog?" he said, looking down to the Rottweiler. "You're the only one bearable enough to be around for an extended period of time." he said. He sighed and shouldered his gun on it's sash, letting it hang limply on his shoulder. With his hands free, he reached around and pulled a little black and silver object from one of the many pockets. A harmonica.

They walked for a little while longer through the woods, Tony passing the time by playing a tune on the harmonica. He wasn't loud in doing so, not that it'd matter too much. Evening was falling and there really wasn't much around them besides the light that slipped through the petals in the trees. "You know," Brick began. "I read somewhere that your shadow is the produce of light traveling several hundred thousand miles from the sun to reach Earth, only to be stopped a few feet away from the ground by you." He said, a stupid grin on his face. Tony stopped playing the harmonica, and rolled his eyes. "That's some deep shit for you Brick." He commented, with a cocky smirk on his face. "Oh shut up you old fart. Just 'cause I like killin' things doesn't make me dumb." Brick replied, clearly not amused. Allison didn't say anything, she was too busy pinching the bridge of her nose. "I heard somewhere that bein' a zombie is better than livin' with two idiots." She finally said. Brick held his hands up as if he was surrendering. "[i]Saaaaaaassy.[/i]" he said, prompting Tony to laugh. "Lets take a break, kiddies." Tony finally said. "These knees aren't what they used to be." He continued. "Not since... [i]the war...[/i]" Brick added, causing Allison to laugh. "Oh go 'roast yourself on the barbie'." Tony replied, his accent obviously fake, but the message was sent. It caused Brick to roll his eyes.

They took a break, Tony sitting on a large stone playing solitaire for a few minutes and absentmindedly petted Diesel (who had laid down with him) every few seconds, with Brick tossing a baseball the Allison had collected back and forth which ever now and then was dropped. Allison never was especially good at baseball, she couldn't catch very well but boy could she throw and hit. She'd probably he practicing her hits, but she didn't want to lose her baseball or attract any attention while Tony was resting. Last time she did that she broke some window and attracted a few walkers. She wasn't running to escape them. She was running to escape Tony, who pretty much turned int Yosemite Sam and looked like he was about to run around with his guns and fire willy nilly at her and Brick. The zombies don't got shit on him when he gets mad. He was a one man-old man apocalypse if he wanted to be. "You all wanna set up camp here?" Brick finally said. "It's a good a place as any, and I'm hungry." he finished. "You're always hungry Brick." Tony finally stated. "And I also find most of the food. Technically it's mine." he replied back, only for a baseball to hit him square in the chest. As he fell down Allison was covering her mouth in shock that she had just beaned her boyfriend. He squirmed for a moment, biting back a cry of pain and/or anger, and took a few breaths. There would probably be a bruise there tomorrow, but thankfully the motocross armor he had underneath his clothes resisted most of the force. "Damn girl," he began taking her had as she helped him up. "You got an arm on you." he said, laughing a little, and then wincing.

Tony simply laughed, and continued petting Diesel on his rock. "You guys go ahead and start setting up then. I'll be right with you to help out. Almost done with my game."