WHO: Daryl Dixon and OPEN WHAT: Patrolling, thinking WHEN: Wednesday morning WHERE: The streets WARNINGS: Daryl's mouth STATUS: Open/Ongoing
The power-outage, in itself, didn't affect Daryl much. Sure, it was nice to have electricity and modern stuff, but he'd lived long enough without it that it had become a luxury, not a necessity. And he wasn't a supehero or anything, just a normal old human, so the rest of it didn't seem to be bothering him none, either. The only thing that sucked about this whole thing was that he didn't know what the hell to expect. Were walkers suddenly going to show up? Vampires? Werewolves? Although he'd been told that werewolves at least were already here, whatever that shit meant. He'd seen enough in the past year not to discount anything immediately, though, so right now he was sitting on the curb with his crossbow in his hand, waiting for shit to happen.
And he wished it fucking would, if it was going to.
He was tired of sitting here and waiting for shit to hit the fan. He was ready to fight, or to relax, but staying in this primed and ready mode was pissing him off. He was feeling rather trigger happy, and was half daring someone to come up behind him and startle him, or dare to do something that caught him off guard. Maybe putting an arrow someone would make him feel less pissy.
He wasn't sure exactly what it was that had him so angry. It wasn't just that the bad guys had so far failed to materialize. It was that this place was damned weird. The whole thing about him being here before, and having a kid and a woman just seemed...wrong, somehow. It wasn't that Maryanne wasn't pretty, shit, she was beautiful and he wouldn't mind having a piece of that one bit. But he'd started a family with someone? In this shitty world? He wouldn't do that to a kid, not with what awaited them all back home. Of course, she'd said it had been an accident, so he guessed that made a bit more sense.
He should talk to her, he knew she should. He didn't like the idea that he was upsetting her just by being here, but he couldn't force himself to remember stuff he'd never done. Right now he was content to just sit here by himself with his crossbow and hunt monsters - it was something he was good at, and something he understood.
A sound behind him suddenly pulled him from his thoughts, and he whirled around, bringing the bow to his shoulder as he did.