I say we rob from the rich WHO: Stiles & Rick (Riles? aka Deputy Jr?) WHERE: Sheriff's Station WHEN: Monday Morning, 18th WHAT: Survival Training WARNING: TBD. STATUS: Complete
With the other capable residents of town helping out along the patrols, taking up positions within the station, it had cut back on a lot of the work that Emma and Rick had been dividing up between themselves, and even Daryl and Michonne who had forever been at his back to lend a hand even when he didn't ask.
It let him get the rest he needed to keep going every day, and more importantly, tend to individual matters on a personal level. Ones such as helping Stiles learn some survival techniques.
While he could have Daryl help him give a full course on this to most others the boy had requested some help from Rick and he wasn't about to tell him no after all the running around and help he'd been doing for he and Emma since he'd gotten there. The whole town should have come across Stiles at one point, offering a bit of help here and there and Rick was a man who was all for extending karma and courtesy. Especially to a young man so close in age to Carl and lacking the survival know how to get through what was possibly the worst place for him to be.
"I'm ready when you are." He called to Stiles across the office after checking off their patrol list for that week and leaving it on a desk for Michonne and Diana to dispurse amongst those who'd volunteered. He had just wanted to free up the time before devoting his concentration on helping the kid. Not bothering to take up his jacket Rick pushed his chair in and opened up the door to the back of the station. It'd be nice and quiet there, not bother. "You don't need anything but that slick head of yours."
He smirked before heading out over the threshold, doing a quick sweep of the perimeter with his eyes and ears and waiting for Stiles to join him.