You were a guardian Angel that was assigned to a man named Daryl Dixon. You followed him everywhere,he couldn’t see you but you could see him. —————————————————- You were always close by near him. One day,he got on his motorcycle and drove out of Alexandria to find some more supplies for the group. He killed walkers,other survivors and killed a few squirrels. He picked up the dead squirrels and stuffed them in his pocket as he started to make his way back to his motorcycle. When he got to his motorcycle,he started it ups he was about to drive away when he suddenly felt a sharp sting in his side and fell off his motorcycle. He yelped in pain and looked down at his side and saw blood. He was shot. —————————————————-

He looked over as a man rushed over,grabbed his supplies,got on his motorcycle and drove off. His breathing got heavier as his vision became blurry but when he saw you,his face paled. You looked like an angel which you were,but he wasn’t sure of himself since his vision was blurry…he attempted to point his crossbow at you and spoke up,his voice gruff and hoarse. “Who the hell are you? Take another step,and I’ll-I’ll shoot you.” He said weakly,you simply chuckled. “That won’t do much,Daryl. You can’t kill me.” ————————————————— Daryl Grunted as his vision got even more blurry,his grip on his crossbow loosening. “Who are you…?”