WHO: Daryl Dixon & Ned Leeds WHERE: Hallways of the building WHEN: Sunday, early afternoon-ish WARNINGS: There will be blood, cussing, and probably crying SPOILERS? not really.
Stay put, it's safer that way. That made sense, but Daryl had been inside for too many days and he was getting antsy. The dark wasn't helping much either. It wasn't the dark itself that bothered him. It was the darkness compounded by the fact that he couldn't at least go outside to have moon or starlight. Or ambient light from the buildings around them. They were in the city afterall. Stars weren't so easily seen from there.
The first day or so, Daryl stayed in his apartment as that was determined to be the safest course of action. He heard something moving in the hallway, and resisted the urge to open his door to investigate. But after a full day and a half of doing nothing, he had to do SOMETHING and ultimately that something was to ignore what the various net messages were saying. He strapped his knives to his belt and made his way out into the hallway. He wasn't looking for anything in particular, he just had to move. He stayed on his floor initially but saw nothing, which he decided was a good thing. Then he got the bright idea to check on other floors. He made his way through the stairwell to the next floor and continued to quietly patrol.