it was frightening, or should I say mortifying as Daryl found himself waking up in a completely different country that he had no knowledge or understanding of

last thing he remembered was the sudden impact of pain before darkness, then he ended up here, in France, with no way home or understand anything, not even the signs that littered the abandoned streets, ironically, those streets would tell him his whereabouts

after a few hours of mindlessly wandering around and dodging walkers left right and centre, he comes across a abandoned store, what he didn’t expect to find was a lone survivor, you, just staring back at him in confusion and wonder

“Bonjour, uh- Anglais…?”

Daryl says, slowly trying to talk to you, more with his hands than his words as he barely knew any French. he never learnt it at school and if he had, the recent years would have certainly wiped that out of his memory.

he stares at you for a few more seconds, hoping he hasn’t made a foul out of himself already, he try’s to repeat himself, waving his hands around in a way of trying to get the point across, you stare back at him blankly, a expression that could only be described as confusion and amusement, you spoke a little English but this was just funny, he even had a French dictionary in his hand, he was scouring through it, desperately trying to communicate.