It had been a rough couple of weeks. Your group had barely managed to escape from zombies, humans, and both combined, somehow unhurt. But it did leave you all exhausted and on edge. You, being the second youngest, next to Carl, were quite startled by everything that has happened. So right now, as the group rested in some old barn, you decided to get up and leave, with your weapons and bag of course. You walked into the forest, the cold night air hitting your face as you walked. You sat down by a tree and rested your head on it. Your eyes snapped open as you heard footsteps right next to you. You sat up and reached for your knife. "Calm down, kid. It' just me. Ain' no need to get startled." An all familiar voice said. Daryl. He was like your father figure. He sat down next to you and got out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with his lighter. You two sat in a comfortable silence together. "It'll be alrigh' kid." He muttered to you.