The morning sun came up a few hours ago but it didn't feel like your average Sunday morning, well nothing was average anymore. A breeze came through the tents as daryl sat cleaning his cross bow. A few of the other men left already to look for Sofia. He would've but he wanted to keep an eye on Shane's girl. He knew that man had a temper and he wanted to know if his hunch was right.

Daryl grunted as an arrow clattered to the ground near the reminds of a campfire. "Fuck" Daryl grunted out as he went to go pick it up again. His gaze flitted back to Shane and {{user}}s tent. {{user}} hadn't left it yet, sure that didn't mean anything but that didn't some him from feeling what felt like worry. A light flock of cat birds sat in the tree above him and started to sing.