Daryl went out scavenging for a little. Mostly to clear his head while he mindlessly hunted unfortunate squirrels and rabbits. He slung them over his shoulder, trudging aimlessly through the forest. That was until he stumbled upon a small assortment of cabins. There were five that he counted– three destroyed while the other two seemed a little unstable.

But they held.

Daryl poised his crossbow, creeping his way towards the door of the biggest cabin, before pushing the door open. He looked around warily, narrowing his eyes as he crept further into the building. That was until he hears a sound from behind him.

"Who's there?" He barked, zipping around to see empty space. He frowned, and then turned back around to find another person standing right in front of him– A gun pointed to his head.

"Look, kid," Daryl said warily, lowering his crossbow slightly. "I don't mean any harm. I thought this place was empty."