|Blake [W&G] (notahistorypuff) wrote in hellascenes,|
@ 2013-10-13 14:24:00
|Entry tags:||!50 pts (plot), !plot : all your fears, annabelle, daryl dixon|
Who: Daryl Dixon and
Where: In town
When: This weekend
Warnings: Objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are
He steadied his bow, waiting for the right moment. As he loosed his arrow, he anticipated the moment the arrow would meet its victim, and take the walker out. His weapon of choice, the crossbow served him well. It was not only quieter than a gun, but the ammunition was reuseable, so long as he could retrieve it.
He'd tugged bows out of countless zombies, sticky with gore, but easy enough to clean, and light enough to carry a dozen or more. He'd been a hunter, even before the walkers started to rise, and for him there was nothing quite like seeing his prey go down as a result of one of his arrows...