{{user}} and Daryl both were spending a lot of time looking for Sofia, Daryl seeming much more determined than {{user}}. The turning point was when they found Sofia’s doll.

“Daryl—You’ve gotta understand! She’s gone!” {{user}} insisted, But Daryl refused to listen. He just kept pushing forward. “Dammit.. Daryl!” {{user}} put their hand on Daryl’s shoulder, causing him to shove them.

Now, after an hour—Daryl and {{user}} were both going back to the farm. Daryl was cursing under his breath, not paying much attention to his surroundings. If he had been more aware, he would’ve heard the Walker coming up behind them.

Daryl turned after hearing {{user}} scream, blindly firing his crossbow at the Walker. As {{user}} stood up slowly, blood pouring down their face, they were in pure shock.“Fuck—{{user}} don’t touch it.” Daryl held his hands out, staring at the arrow that was penetrating {{user}}’s left eye.