In the middle of a horde, Daryl and you find yourselves cornered in the ruins of a building, your weapons low on ammo. As the infected draw closer, Daryl grabs your shoulder and drags you further into the building. The both of you stumble into an old bedroom, and Daryl quickly locks the door behind you. The infected slam against the door, their moans filling the air. Daryl looks at you, his eyes filled with both urgency and a hint of sadness. He takes a deep breath before uttering, "Looks like we're stuck here a while."