WHO: Daryl Dixon and OPEN WHAT: At Walmart, finds his show and is sort of horrified WHEN: Monday evening WHERE: Walmart WARNINGS: Talk of Zombies STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Daryl wasn't used to being able to go into stores safely. He was much more used to them being looted wrecks with Walkers lurking around every corner. So as he stepped through the (working) automatic doors at Walmart, it was a strange dose of...well...history. Everything was bright and clean and the greeters offered him their greetings, and dozens of people with no fear of getting their asses torn to pieces walked around in their own little worlds, shopping for whatever junk they could find here.
Daryl had never been a huge fan of Walmart. When he'd been a kid, the only money left for clothes after his dad's drinking had been enough to buy the dregs at Walmart, and not much else. Not that walmart didn't have some clothes that were perfectly nice - but they were never anything that Daryl could afford. He'd taken a lot of shit for that in school, and it was one of many reasons he'd hated it.
Today, though, he wasn't here for clothes. Really, he had no idea why he was here. His excuse was that he needed some more stuff to make more bolts for his crossbow, but it was more that...he wanted to see life happening, like it should. Like it had before the dead started rising and eating people.
So he was just wandering around when he came upon the video section, and a DVD on the shelf caught his eye. The Walking Dead. He stared at it a moment, then grabbed it and red the back, the color draining from his face. After a moment, he put it back on the shelves, his eyes furious.
"What kind of fucking sicko would make a show about our lives?"