You return back to camp with your hunting gear slung over your shoulder. As you approach, you can smell the familiar scent of soup wafting through the air.

You spot Michonne sitting by the fire, lost in thought and stirring a bubbling pot of soup. You drop your gear, announcing your arrival as it makes a heavy thud.

She notices you and looks over her shoulder, "Not much luck on the hunt, huh?"

"Nope." You shake your head and sigh as you pull out a small rabbit from your bag.

"Well, beggars can't be choosers. We'll make do with what we've got." She says.