The Walking Dead: The Last of Us

Ryan was leaning against the tree in the camp, keeping guard, watching other survivors and thinking about when is the time to go scavenge for supplies as their food was getting low. He was also thinking what new they could add to their camp. They had tents, a fireplace and that was pretty much it. Wasn't particulary safe, but that's why he was keeping guard at this very moment. He was a bit bored so he took out his knife, took a thick stick and began sharpening it. But during this he didn't forget to overwatch the camp.

Çhantelle walked from the tent, wearing a pair of denim hot pants and a tight vest top. But over the top was a black cloak. With a keep hand movement she put her pistol into her holster and placed the HAMR on her back. Taking In the surprising fresh air, she noticed Ryan and walked over, smiling softly.
"why not get the other guard to take over, you need a break."

Bridget sat in one of the tents, she was playing with a few crayons that had been found before. Rolling them around in her hand, she looked out at the a guard who was walking around the camp. The forest was a boring place to be especially being at her age where she wants to do things most of the time. Dragging herself out of the tent she wore black jeans, white vest and a black cardigan laid on her shoulders. Keeping grip on her pocket knife that was in her pocket, that was the one thing that would keep her alive if she was in some sort of problem. Bridget took the crayons with her, holding them in her spare hand, she didn't have anything to draw on except logs that were found around in the forest and brought back for the fire in the middle of camp. As she didn't have many things to do, she left her mind to wonder and think about random things as she sat by the fire. Her hands were freezing but she didn't want to remove her grip from the pocket knife but she did let the crayons go, letting them roll to her feet as she stuck one hand out to be warmed by the fire.

GROUP: FARM
Serenity walked around the outside of the farm. She ignored everyone saying "stay inside, it's safer". She wasn't five. She could take care of herself. She knew what they meant, though. Being kind of the youngest doesn't help her case. She glanced around and noticed a bench right next to the farm door. She thought How did I not notice that before? She walked over and sat. She closed her eyes and let the sun drench over her. She honestly loved it.

". . . I'm comin' home, I've done my time
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine. . . "

Aeryn woke up to the sound of a badly worn-down gramophone playing a song from the 70's. The gramophone had become a part of the dysfunctional farm family of survivors ever since one of them found it along with a stack of vinyl records in the barn, and it had become a ritual to play every morning to keep the spirits high.
Aeryn slung her shotgun over her shoulders as she rubbed her eyes to adjust to the darkness. The barn windows were boarded up for extra protection from the zombies and the rather persistent-in-stealing bandits, which was why it was dark inside day in and day out . She felt a lot more comfortable wandering around the expanse of the barren farmland rather than staying locked up indoors. Aeryn whistled softly to herself as she tightened her shoe laces and walked over quietly to the door and slipped outside. It was her turn to stay watch with the other guard around the farm, and it was something she did for enjoyment rather than survival. The sounds of the gramophone were a little less audible once she was a good distance away from the barn, but she could still make out traces of the chorus.

". . . Tie a yellow ribbon. . . the old oak tree
It's been . . . long years. . . "

Aeryn smiled a little as she perched herself atop one of the rubber tires lying around, thinking about the things she'd have done on this particularly lovely morning if situations had been different.

Hunter lifted a hey bail in the barn carrying over to the horses stable, two of the horses were left on the farm,he named them Bert and Ernie, he tossed the hay into the stable they shared and pulled it apart "alright fellas eat up." He gave Bert a pat on the side of his head. a small smile on his faces. little work like this was what made him happy these days... it was about the only thing really.

(Everyone put this below so we know who is from which group, Alchemist was the first to do so and I think it is a good idea.)
GROUP: FARM

Ryan noticed Chantelle as she approached him. "I'm doing good, I think I'll stay." he answered as he kept sharpening the thick stick to pass the time. "How much supplies do we have left?" he asked after that, and looked at her, with only his blue eyes visible as his balaclava and mask hid his face, like always. "It may soon be the time to go scavenge for what we need. Some medicine would come in handy as well." he added and holstered his knife, looking at his product. A sharpened stick.

Aeryn squinted a little as she looked at a figure walking towards the stable with a stack of hay. She knew who it was - Hunter. He loved those horses to death, and she had to admit that they were rather delightful creatures. She loosened the strap on the shotgun and tried to relax, and just as she did, her eyes fell on Carter, who was sitting on the bench looking . . . peaceful. "You're up early!" she shouted out to her as one hand shot into the air and gave her a little wave.

FARM
Serenity snapped out of her daze and saw Aeryn. She shouted "ugh... Yeah! I wanted to get up as early as possible so I can go outside." She waved back.

FARM

Hunter stepped out of the barn and looked around he heard the music start from the farm house, looks like people were starting to get up and start the day. He headed back towards the barn opening both the doors wide and heading inside