Daryl Dixon | The Walking Dead (crossbowed) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-10-24 09:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2013 october, ~~!35 points, ~~daryl dixon (crossbowed), ~~tris prior (divergence) |
WHO: Daryl Dixon and OPEN
WHAT: Trying to re-acquaint himself to a pre-zombie world
WHERE: At the Subway downtown
WHEN: Thursday, a little before lunch time
WARNINGS: Talk of zombies, child abuse, TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Subway.
Daryl had been walking through the downtown area of Madison Valley, checking to make sure he'd done all he could to secure the most vulnerable places, when the smell of fresh-baked bread made its way to him. It was a smell he'd not smelled in, hell, years, and it brought back more memories than just a satisfying warm sandwich.
When he'd been a kid, and he and Merle had been able to steal five dollars from their father's wallet while he was passed out drunk (they always ended up getting whipped for it, but if it wasn't for that, the bastard would have found another reason), they'd taken it to the Subway in the gas station down the street to get a footlong meatball sandwich. It was one of the few hot meals the two of them ever got, and one of the few things they got to eat that they hadn't killed themselves. It was a huge treat, a special day, those days. And the smell of it caught him in the past, and made his stomach growl.
He felt the weight of his debit card in his pocket, and was unable to stop himself from stepping inside, and getting in line.
Hell, it was weird. The flourescent lights, the line of people, the bright color of the meat...he'd been in more than a dozen of these places on raiding parties, but had nearly forgotten what a real, working one was like. What life had been like before.
He crossed his arms across his chest nervously, looking behind him, in front of him, to the side, feeling very vulnerable in this wide open and crowded place. He wasn't used to it. It was strange how your life could change so much in just ten months. But it had.
He felt his eyes fill with tears and angrily blinked them away. This wasn't the time to get sentimental.
"It's a damned sandwich shop," he grumbled under his breath. "That's all."