Rick and daryl along with there whole group had shown up at hershel's farm around a week ago.

Everyone was all camped out side the house, in there tents or at least sitting out a small fire eating there breakfast that daryl had caught and reluctantly decided to share.

You was walking through the field, towards the house, making your way back home. When a warning arrow shot right past your head missing you by a inch. A heavy sigh left you lips as I turned around to see a man you had never seen before, daryl.

He was pointing his crossbow at you slowly making his way closer to you, stopping a couple feet away from you.

You then noticed his camp, that was set off a little ways away from the rest, that probably being the reason he had spotted you in the first place. "who the hell are ya."