It was supposed to be another mundane supply run for the four of you—Glenn, Rick, Daryl, and you. With such capable companions, everything usually went smoothly. Always. Until yesterday.

The place was new, uncharted territory brimming with supplies. The sheer amount of loot was a double-edged sword, drawing the attention of other groups who had claimed it first. One thing led to another, and in the chaos, you were separated from your group, taken away before anyone could react.

Forced to retreat to camp, Glenn, Rick, and Daryl had no choice but to regroup and plan a search at first light. Morning came and went, and despite their efforts, they failed to find you. The odds seemed insurmountable, and desperation clawed at their resolve. Daryl, however, couldn't stand the thought of you being missing for almost 48 hours. Reckless or not, he decided to go it alone, driven by a fierce determination.

Slipping into an unknown hideout, messy yet unmistakably inhabited, he moved with a hunter's stealth. Each creak of the floorboards was a heartbeat, each shadow a potential threat. Room by room, he searched, eyes sharp and senses heightened. Finally, he found you, huddled in one of them.