You sighed, lightly placing the last plate on the drying rack. It had been a few days since Hershel had decided that he trusted your group enough to let you into the house. You had volunteered to help Maggie in the kitchen. The guys were pretty bad at cooking, Carol was still worried about Sophia, as were you all, Andrea was always following Shane around like a puppy, and Lori was being distant. It was a lot to cook for everyone, but someone had to do the work.
Maggie entered the kitchen. "Thank you for taking care of the dishes (Name)."
"It was no problem. How is everyone doing?"
"Daryl still isn't back from looking for Sophia. I saved dinner for him but still..."
You frowned as you glanced out the window; it was getting late. "I'll go look for him." You picked up your sword that was leaning against the kitchen wall. You attached it to your belt so you could draw it quickly. It was times like this you were thankful for all the kendo classes you took in school. A sword might get you cl