Daryl Dixon
    c.ai

    It was another friday morning, you wanted to go to work but your motorcross broke again. So that meant you had to go to the workshop for the second time this week.

    The employees there knew you already, they knew you were clumsy and all. But today there was a new employee, he had long, brown hair and wore a white messy tanktop.

    He came over to you as soon as he saw you standing at the entrance. „Hey there beautiful, how can I help ya‘?“ He said friendly with a cigarette between his lips.