And Daryl settles down next to the campfire and sets a bucket of blood grease and guts over the fire. It takes some reinforcement, more than coat hangers will do you, but he gets there, and begins to slowly stir. He watches her out of the corner of his eye, and she does well enough. Being hard on herself, by the looks of it.

"You cut it too thick," he says, "you can just cut it in half. Any piece you cut too small, toss it in here."

He gestures to the bucket and its contents. "Sausage fixings."