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too mesmerized. After he looked over everything, he turned to me with this look on his face that begged for permission to touch them.
    "Take whatever you need." I stepped back giving him room to try some of the guns out, shaking my head in amusement. Boys and their toys. Will found a handgun, rifle and a few knives he was happy with. He gathered the appropriate ammo as well as another crossbow and some small arrows to fit. He also grabbed a canvas bag that sat on the floor and loaded it up with enough stuff to kill a dozen hordes of undead. He grabbed a second, smaller, bag and put the crossbow and a dozen or so arrows in it.
    "Here take this," He said handing me the bag.
    I looked at the bag thinking maybe this wasn't the best idea.
    "Andi, you need to learn to use it. It's much quieter than a gun. Please?"
    It was too difficult to say no to that face. As much as I didn't like it, I couldn't help but give in at least a little when he looked at me like that.
    "Fine." I took the bag from him and went to get my boots and backpack to get ready for what I was sure would be a miserable day. Though I did have to admit, a miserable day with Will might be just a bit better than a normal day on my own. Even if this arrangement was temporary it didn't mean I couldn't try to enjoy it, at least a little.
    Will wasn't from this area but he seemed to know his way around well enough. He even knew how to get to the state park animal reserve area where we were most likely to find something worth shooting at. I guessed that he had spent some time around the area before we met up. It was a good eight mile walk to the reserve so we would probably be gone most of the day. The idea of dragging dead animals eight miles back to the house wasn't sounding like the best idea so I secretly hoped we didn't manage to hit anything, besides, I wasn't exactly fond of the idea of killing my own meals. The stale oatmeal from breakfast was beginning to sound a lot more appetizing at this point.
    "So what's it like being an only child?" After nearly a mile in silence, Will couldn't hold back anymore. He sure was a chatty boy.
    "How do you know I'm an only child?"
    I hadn't told him anything personal so how could he possibly know that?
    "I saw a photo album last night while you were asleep. There were a lot of pictures of you and your parents, but no other kids. So unless you have siblings that your parents just didn't like, it would seem likely you're an only child. You were a really cute baby by the way." He chuckled and tripped, nearly falling again.
    Serves him right.
    "Yeah I'm an only child. It was, I don't know, lonely I guess. Do you have siblings?" I asked partly just trying to keep up the conversation but I found myself actually wanting to know. Something about him drew me in, making me want to get to know him.
    "Yes. I mean, I did." Will's voice cracked in his throat a bit. "I had a younger brother and sister and an older brother. I haven't seen my older brother, Jack, since the early days. The younger two were with me for a while but..."
    He trailed off not wanting to speak what happened out loud. I knew that look all too well. Will had endured the same kind of pain that most of the survivors had. It was hard to meet anyone who had not endured similar trauma of losing their loved ones. Somehow after all he had been through, Will still wanted to make new relationships. He was still willing to risk the pain of losing more people he might grow to care for. That was difficult for me to understand. I worked so hard at not getting close to anyone these days so I didn't have to go through the agony of losing anyone else. Will however, seemed to welcome the opportunity, setting himself up for the inevitability of more pain and loss.
    "I'm sorry." I knew it would provide little comfort from losing his family but nothing I could say would help that.
    Will nodded. "I try not to think about them, you know? Like if I keep all the bad stuff from my mind it can't