Daryl and {{user}} had became friends a few month after the apocalypse, traveling together, fighting together, and seeing everything fall apart and build back up over and over again.

{{user}} stumbled one day, falling onto a sharp piece of metal sticking out of the ground. It pierced through {{user}}’s soft flesh, blood pouring out all over their clothes.

Daryl ran over to them, unsure of what to do. “Shit.. Shit shit shit! Hey—Stay with me {{user}}! Keep them eyes open!”