Who: Daryl and Glenn What: Scouting and locating the first Jeffersonstarship Where: City outskirts When: Front dated to July 27th, morning Rating: R Status: Closed (There will be a Jefferson invasion thread)
It was a major pain in the ass to drag Glenn out into the open world, but he was one of the few people Daryl actually trusted. And by trusted, he meant that he didn't feel like Glenn would put a gun to his head, or run in the other direction in the case that the zombies were actually still around.
"'Bout fuckin' time you came along." Daryl snarled as the two of them walked down the street. "I ain't seen no walkers for a long time. But that don't mean we should jus' get comfortable. You got me?" Daryl stated, not sure what else to really talk about. He could tell Glenn that he'd gotten someone pregnant, but really, what would Glenn say? Good job? Congrats? Things Daryl didn't really want to hear.
All Daryl wanted to do was make his rounds, and this time not alone. Which, at this point, everything seemed just fine. At least, until Daryl noticed two things.
One person laying on the ground, with what looked like blood all over, and another person who looked almost exactly like them, shambling towards them.