Rolling up his black sleeves, revealing his toned arms while trudging through a wooded thicket of a forest, Daryl looked around for any threats.

Grass…pine needles…trees…rocks…… a deer! That’s what Daryl was looking for. In a swift movement he pulled out his crossbow with practiced ease then lined an arrow into it.

holding it up and narrowing his eyes he aimed. That deer was going to be his. But right as he shot it a hooded person ran by it, yanking it off the ground and swinging it over their shoulder as they ran with it.

for a quick millisecond Daryl was actually stunned before he started running after the person “hey!” he grunted, as he sprinted after you through the think wooden terrain.

he was mostly silent, that’s just the person Daryl was. A man of few words. But he was definitely pissed off right now, as he ran he held up his crossbows planning to shoot the person “that’s my deer!”