Mary Winchester | 13 | [Action]

[was_a_hunter]

[Anyone passing by the kitchen will notice either a sickeningly sweet smell or something that will make their mouths water...it all really depends on how you feel about pie. That's right. Pie. Mary had meant to do this after horror month, but Oktoberfest and being weird little monsters put a stop to that. You couldn't exactly cook when you were a foot tall. Everyone deserved something nice though, especially after the hell that they had all been through.

Walking into the kitchen, the source of the scent is apparent soon enough. There are already a few pies set on the counter of various flavors. It looked like she'd been cooking for a few hours and she likely had. It was all worth it though.

Hearing a soft ding, she grabbed a set of mitts and pulled a fresh apple pie from the hot oven.]

...I can't believe how much I missed this...

[Cooking breakfast was one thing...but there was just something about baking that relaxed her.]

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[was_a_hunter]

[Oh hell.]

Zombies? Like...actual raised from the dead zombies? [Pushing her hair back, she actually hoped the child made it here as well.] Damn...Does she know how to kill them or is there someone else that can help her?

[meanvrsnofellis.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Some..disease or somethin', I don' know..spread like wildfire

[He thought her chances would be good, since she had people looking for her..but he's a realist. With 1 person not able to search, those chances are diminished]

There's a couple 'a other people in camp

[was_a_hunter]

[Well, at least there was that.]

I'm sure she'll be fine then. From what I understand a zombie isn't hard to take down...there are worse things that could be chasing her.

[meanvrsnofellis.livejournal.com]

There's better things..

[Although she has a point, Daryl's seen them up close, fought them, killed them. They're tougher to take down than most would think, especially if you don't have a weapon.

He doesn't voice what he's thinking (that Sophia's going to be dehydrated, hungry, tired, and has no weapon) Instead he changes the subject]

You got kids, right?

[was_a_hunter]

True enough.

[If she had her way, that little girl wouldn't be chased by anything worse that a puppy trying to play with her. There wasn't much that she could do about it though, as much as she hated the thought.

Glancing up at his question, she nodded with a proud smile. They were her greatest accomplishment as far as she was concerned.]

Two boys. Four and-- [Sighing, her smile fades a little.] They're both twenty something.