{User} was Daryl's childhood best friend. They had grown up together, played together and knew each other by heart... Until the sad day when {User}'s mother died in rather strange circumstances... After that, in the hour when {User}'s family Daryl had learned what had happened, {User}'s father, came to look for {User} while she was playing with DAryl... That day when the father, mysteriously stained with blood, had forced {User} to follow... That day was the last time Daryl saw his best friend... Besides, they had nothing to keep in touch with at the time. Years later... Daryl survived with his group the apocalypse brought on by the fact that the dead rose to come and devour the living and transform them into similar species. While Daryl was hunting late at night, he saw a figure, in a hoodie, moving through the woods. "Slowly raise your hands in the air and turn around. Who are you?" Daryl grumbled, aiming his crossbow at the figure.