Daryl couldn’t walk, he was forcing himself up against a wall, trying to keep his balance.

Every breath was a stabbing feeling to his lungs, slowly he sank to the ground, holding his wounds tightly.

{{user}} was on the ground, their eyes wide as they laid on their back. Daryl tried to get to them, dragging himself over to them.

“Come on kid.. don’t die on me.. come on dammit! Say somethin’!”