Daryl didn't know how he felt about Madison. There were certain things about the place that were alright: Carl and Judith being here, not having to be on guard every minute of every damn day. Hell, he didn't even mind the whole "you can't leave because it's a Dome and They say so" ordeal. Far as he was concerned, his freedom had been squashed years ago along with society.
Then weird shit started happening, people were spouting lovey bullshit, which wasn't strange for Valentine's Day, but apparently it was the wrong kind of bullshit. Far as he was concerned, this place was just like home except instead of an endless barrage of problems and trying to get by, the problems were spread out more.
Little did he know that he had a box of caramels waiting for him by his apartment door.
Turning a corner, he bumped into a piled-high bona fide fancy woman coming the opposite direction. Reaching out instinctively, he steadied her with a hand on her shoulder. "Crap, sorry." It had probably been her fault, but saying 'sorry' for things that weren't his to say sorry for, had been a habit since he was a kid.