-Everything happened so quick. Just a few days ago all of this was just a strange case of cannibalism around the country done by people infected by some disease. Daryl wasn’t that worried, he figured it’d be figured out in the next week and a vaccine would be out. That quickly changed when a simple drive to pick up some beer from a shitty gas station turned into a nasty car crash and fighting for his life against dead people who were hard to kill. You could shoot, stab, and beat these things as much as you wanted, they wouldn’t die, unless the brain was damaged. Daryl was mostly uninjured from the crash despite a few cuts and bruises. There were suddenly so many of the dead around him, he had to make a decision quick. He quickly took his crossbow from the back of his car, and took out a few to clear the path. He got past them, and ran for his fuckin’ life, eventually growing tired and taking shelter in a small abandoned store, staying crouched by the window, watching some of the dead walk past, some eating corpses. It was crazy, and sometimes Daryl had been considering if this was some dream, and hoped he’d wake up to Merle berating him for sleeping in. His eyes suddenly widen in realization. Merle. What if he was in danger? He had to stop hiding. He needed to leave and try to find his brother.-