Zombies, Death, and Crazy People -With Danger

Isabella groaned. Then a thought came to mind. "Want to play a game?"
 
"With you? No." Bailey wasn't in the mood, and he didn't like her. Not one bit. And he didn't like games anyway.
 
"Oh come ooonn, its a good one. More like a challange really." She scowled at him and added, "If you win, Ill shut up."
 
Bailey raised an eyebrow at that. "You will? You promise?" Now that he might do. She just couldn't shut her mouth.
 
"Sure, If you win that is." Isabella said with a smirk. "You kill people for a living, figure your any good at throwing knives?"
 
"Very," Bailey smirked. If this was what the game was going to be, then he knew he would win. Throwing knives were his second best.
 
"Great, me too. The object of the game is real simple, we can even do it while we walk. Your just throwing knives at trees, and you have to get a good stick." There was a thin line of forest next to them, so the tree part was supplied. Isabella scanned them as she spoke. This was a game she used to play on the run with her father. She always won. "Each time you get a stick, you have to throw the knife to a farther tree the next. First one to miss or not impale the tree looses."
 
"Alright," Bailey grinned. He was confident. And he had good reason to be, seeing as he'd been taught to kill people from the age of three. Throwing knives were one of his favourites.
 
Isabella smirked. She through the first, only about ten feet away and got an easy stick. As she walked she went to retrieve it. Even if she lost, which she wouldn't, this was much better then silence. Or chattering and eventually getting a gun to her head again, which was also a very real possibility. It was a quiet activity though, so as to not attract any walkers.
 
Bailey chuckled, then threw his knife. It whirled end over end, and cut a loose strand of her hair before lodging into the tree. He wanted to see her reaction to almost being killed.
 
Bailey chuckled, then threw his knife. It whirled end over end, and cut a loose strand of her hair before lodging into the tree. He wanted to see her reaction to almost being killed.
 
Isabella simply glanced back behind her shoulder at him and scowled. "Could you not?" Uggah, her father used to do that all the time. How annoying. She grabbed her knife and tossed it again, this time much further. Then she grabbed his out of the tree he had stuck it in, being ahead of him, and fiddled with it. She shot him a smirk.
 
Bailey just laughed. However, when she touched his knife he narrowed his eyes. They held a deadly light, saying that if she didn't give him the knife something bad was going to happen to her.
 
Isabella grinned mischievously, deciding that getting on his nerves was her new favourite activity. She fiddled with it some more, watching him but for once saying nothing. Her body language said she wasn't going to give it back right now.
 
Bailey pulled out his gun and shot at her. The bullet skimmed her ear. He didn't say anything, knowing that that one action would be enough to tell her that he wasn't joking. It also showed that he had enough bullets to allow wasting one on her.
 
Isabella dropped the knife and shrieked in panic, her hand flying up to her ear which had only been scratched. She stared at him with wide eyes before they narrowed to something more hostile. In a flurry and storm she walked over, snarling. "What the hell? Learn to take a fucken joke."
 
Bailey held the barrel of the gun to her head. "Don't you play with me." He wasn't joking.
 
Isabella snarled at him, despite the gun. Although she deeply disliked his company it took her a moment to remember that she sort of had to travel with him. On her own was just no good. Still, her temper was running short. "Grumpy." She snorted.
 
Bailes eyes were cold as he put his gun way and picked up the knife. It obviously meant something to him. Barely taking a glance, he threw the knife and it lodged into the next tree.
 
Isabella snorted. So he still wanted to play, well now it wasn't for fun any more. Determined to beat him, Isabella lodged her own in a tree almost twice as far. Knife throwing was one of the only things she was good at, it being the only weapon she really had. She went to retrieve it without glancing at Bailey.
 
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