WHO: daryl & michonne WHERE: near the sleepy hollow WHEN: evening of 10 may WHAT: the darkness is kind of overhwelming WARNINGS: death, gore
Ever since the sirens had gone off, Daryl had been spending a lot of time inside his own head, quietly cursing whatever asshole decided it’d be a good idea to bring him to this hellhole. He didn’t even know if it was a blessing or a curse that Rick, Michonne, Glenn, and, shit, even Hershel was there too. At this rate, he was going for the latter.
Not having his crossbow was another issue he had. That thing in the woods certainly did its part in making sure he was more pissed off every second; Daryl felt practically naked without it. So when that siren went off and people went scattering into buildings, Daryl only had his knife with him as defence. Which, although it wasn’t much, proved helpful when the darkness came rolling in and brought the freaks along with it.
He’d chosen the hospital-- or insane asylum, whatever the hell it was supposed to be-- which turned out to be a Very Bad Idea. Of course he’d pick probably the only building in the entire goddamn town that would be overrun with freaky undead faceless bitches wandering around. Of course.
It took some effort, but Daryl managed to find his way out of the place. But being out on the streets was only better in that there was more open space to escape to, and less of a chance of being cornered. Daryl had glanced only briefly at the screen of his smartphone-- which he firmly believed was the incorrect name for something that insisted on correcting him-- to figure out that the hotel was their best bet. He hadn’t walked far when he ran into Michonne, and the pair of them together decided to move in that direction.
“This place is fucked up,” he said bitterly, though it was more to himself than to Michonne. Daryl kept his knife drawn, ready to take a literal stab at anything that came their way. He opened his mouth to say something else, but snapped it shut when the sound of light crying came from their left. At first, he briefly wondered if it was a walker. But when had a walker ever sounded so pathetic before? He glanced at Michonne, as if to inquire her opinion on the matter. After dealing with a horde of undead nurses, he wasn’t the most thoughtful of men, really.