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Daryl Dixon | The Walking Dead (little_dixon) wrote in colligo_threads,

The denizens of Colligo had every right to hate being dragged here on some whim by Asshole or whatever the hell his name was... Daryl Dixon, however, really hated it. For the first time in over a month the group back in Atlanta had finally found a building and respite away from the zombies, and on the way down to said respite? ...He had been tossed inside a library and unceremoniously tossed out on his butt in some fancy ass temporarily-western town. What's more, everyone put up with this bullshit, no one questioned it besides him, at least no one had come out in agreement. Then again, not many people tended to agree with him.

Now the whole freaking town was overrun with demons and things that go bump in the night. He had read on the network something about fears coming to life, but paid little to no attention to it. Only now, wandering the streets amidst baddies and the like, he wished his crossbow or at least something pointy, had made the journey to this place with him.

Hearing a scuffle and not paying much attention to it (he'd heard a lot of those lately), Daryl walked by the mouth of an alley, kicking a smallish chunk of concrete that had fallen off of the building next to him which, he guessed, fell off after someone's battle with one of their inner demons. Catching something out of the corner of his eye, he looked over in time to get literally creamed by someone being thrown at him. Falling over onto the ground with a grunt and a yelled curse, he had little to no time to fully react as the woman was back up and walking back towards something lurking in the shadows, with, he noticed a crossbow aimed at it.

Standing, he shot an indignant scowl down the alley at her and the thing she was about to kill. Now just a smidge more intrigued than what he had been before he had been bowled over, Daryl stood there and watched the two square off, arms crossed over his chest. She certainly was no damsel and there was no distress to be had except for the creature that was about to die or whatever it was that happened when someone's fears got shot to hell with a crossbow bolt.