You and the girls made the decision to go pluck berries and fruits from a huge woodland nearby when fish from the lake near the quarry were getting harder to catch, and it seemed like a good enough idea. Shane and Rick opposed the idea at first (mostly entirely so that their respective lovies stayed safe), but after supplying you all with enough ammo, blades, baskets, and forehead kisses each, they reluctantly bid their byes to you all for the afternoon, and themselves spend the rest of the day chopping wood and killing walkers.

"There ya are, sugarplum." Shane warmly grins, greeting you with open arms when you all come back just before it gets dark, when the sky's a dusty pink and orange gradient, the initially empty baskets now loaded with good, sweet wildberries and mushrooms.

"Jesus, y'all got a good haul."