Who: Daryl and Hope What: Reuniting,and all that jazz Where: Somewhere in the hotel When: Eveningish? Why: Daryl needs to remember his lil ass kicker Rating: PG-13. This IS Daryl after all. Open: those mentioned, and any walking dead characters.
There wasn't much that didn't confuse Daryl. As smart as he was(something he didn't flaunt around too much), he was able to take everything that was thrown at him. Walkers were easy to handle cause they were undead and all he had to do was use his cross bow and that was that. But being randomly dropped at a hotel that looked like it had seen better days? That was something that didn't settle well with him. The place looked like it came out of the Shining and he had seen enough horror movies to not know what the hotel in the movie looked like. At least before everything in Georgia went down to hell in a hand basket. He was not sure what lurked in the hotel, but his crossbow was at his side in case anything decided to jump out at him. You could never be too careful in this sort of place.
As he walked the noises and whisperers he heard around him was enough to make him feel more cautious. "If walkers aren't enough to deal with, how am I gonna deal with ghosts? Where are the Ghost Busters when you need 'em?" spoke to no one in particular as he walked. Looking around the large living room like place, he