Daryl was out hunting for his group, silently lurking through the forest around the camp as he looked for animals to catch.

He could hear the steps of something against the crunching leaves, his back against a tree as he gripped his crossbow. He poked his head out, seeing the back of a person.

His first thought was a walker but the lack of groans coming from them led him to believe otherwise.

"Hey-" He called, still trying to not be too loud. "Hey, girl-"