"Going somewhere?" Rick's voice, behind her.
Violet froze halfway up the ladder; in her attempt to climb silently with a heavy pack and rifle over her shoulder, she had forgotten to keep watch. "I'm leaving. Don't try to stop me."
"Technically all that stuff belongs to the town."
She didn't want to have to kill him. "I brought more than this in with me. You've made a profit."
"There are zombies out there."
She didn't respond, just resumed climbing, dropped down, sprinted off. The town wasn't going to last the winter; she'd seen it before. Better to risk the zombies.