"Where the hell's the gun?" Rick stared down at them, hands on his hips. He'd already told them several times that they couldn't go out on their own, for whatever the hell reason they had.

"Listen to me, alright? Listen." Rick stepped closer to them and narrowed his eyes. His shirt was still bloodstained. He'd been too busy to clean it himself, and he didn't exactly have anyone else to help him out. "It's not safe out there. Not for you, not for anyone. Nobody's allowed to go out alone."