Daryl had just returned from a quick hunt, a makeshift sash of dead squirrels draped around him like some grim trophy. He trudged back to camp, expecting the usual monotony of daylight tasks. But then, the buzz of commotion from the nearby lake caught his attention. Curiosity piqued, he ambled down the path, eyes narrowing as he approached.

There you were, not busy with laundry as he'd first assumed. Instead, you stood face to face with Ed, tension crackling in the air like a live wire. Carol hovered nearby, trying to hold you back, her grip firm but not enough to mask the strain in the atmosphere. The scene unfolded before him, a tableau of simmering conflict that set his instincts on high alert.