After sleeping through evening, into the night, and through part of the next day Olivia finally woke up. Her stomach ached, her throat was parched, her head was pounding. She was hungry and dehydrated. Stumbling over to the sink, Olivia drank from it until she was fit to burst. Then she sorted through her belongings and pulled out a couple of granola bars and devoured them. It wasn't enough though. She needed something filling, something fresh. The fish wasn't going to cut it--it had already gone bad so she tossed it in the chum bucket outside on the deck.

The dock was quiet and there was no sign of Shawn. Maybe he was in his cabin, or maybe he was scavenging the city. Whatever it was Olivia didn't want to stick around to find out. She was still too embarrassed to want to face him. Besides, she was hungry and really wanted meat. Not fish though. Deer, or pig, or whatever game she could find. It was time to go hunting in Central Park.

Olivia took what supplies she needed and headed out for her hunting trip. Her path never crossed with Shawn's and she was none-the-wiser to him desperately scouring the city to find her. On her way to Central Park she had had to kill some Walkers thawed out by the sun. Fortunately they were slow and sluggish. Still, it made Olivia wish that deep winter would set in so the Walkers would freeze hard until spring.

Her hunting trip took a lot longer than Olivia thought it would. At times a Walker would come through and chase off her quarry, then she'd have to track down another. It took hours upon hours of walking and waiting and Olivia certainly had her patience tested. One good thing about all this though was she had to focus on her task and thus didn't have to recall her embarrassment or imagine what Shawn might have thought of her. That wasn't entirely true though. Sometimes Olivia's thoughts drifted to Shawn. She wondered if he knew she was missing or even cared. Wondered if he might like deer meat stew or deer steak. Then Olivia would shake her head and get back to the task at hand.

Finally Olivia managed to bag a deer, a nice sized one at that. It took her a while, but she managed to clean it and strip it of all its meat. She fit the meat in her cooler and made her way back to the docks. Along the way Olivia started noticing writing on walls and windows. 'Olivia, I'm sorry.' The first time Olivia read that she had shrugged it off as a coincidence. After all, she hadn't been the only Olivia before, surely she wasn't now. But when she saw the same message over and over she started to worry. Was Shawn leaving those messages? Was he ok?

Now feeling a bit worried, Olivia quickened her pace, the cooler of deer meat feeling heavier than ever. Finally the docks were in sight and Olivia saw a familiar figure sitting slumped forward on the deck of her boat. From Shawn's posture she could tell he seemed weary, but she couldn't see his face to tell what be might be thinking. [i]Had[/i] he noticed her absence? Did he miss her? Or was he sick and needed some help? One way or the other Olivia started to worry even more. All of a sudden he stood up and loudly shouted how he should have kissed her, shocking her.

Stopping in front of her boat and setting the cooler down, Olivia put her hands on her hips and looked at Shawn with her brow furrowed, a look of confusion on her face. "The heck are you talking about, cowboy?" Olivia asked him. "'N what were all those messages about?" Olivia looked quite a sight after her hunting trip. She had her jacket tied around her waist revealing the blood stains from the deer on her shirt and more on her pants. There was a smear of blood on her right cheek--again deer blood--and a slight scratch across her left from where a small branch had got her. Her hair was up in a messy bun and was sporting bits of twigs and leaves from when she had been hiding in bushes. She was dirty, sweaty, tired, hungry, and now confused as to what in the world was going on with Shawn.