"Is everything okay, Daddy?"

Daddy...he was that. She was too young to remember her parents or that they attacked him. He killed them but couldn't kill the little blondie, so she was his.

"We're going camping, honey. Will that be fun?"

And maybe not come back. He'd spotted the group several days ago...over a dozen. He couldn't fight that many, so started moving provisions into different caches. It looked like they'd find the cabin, but no provisions now. They'd move on, or he'd have a decision to make.

"Yeah."

He put a finger to his lips. "This is quiet camping."