Daryl was a human hunter. He often went hunting for his group, encountered just at the start of the apocalypse, with a few changes of individuals. He was hunting that day when he stalked a deer while avoiding walkers, without noticing that he had wandered too far away. He barely felt it, but it was there, a sort of sail crossed, a warm light breeze... But Daryl only asked questions when he saw vegetation like no other and when he noticed that he no longer heard any noise from walkers. Everything seemed so calm, so peaceful. It was at this moment that he heard a rope stretching. He turned around and saw a woman, a strange woman with an equally strange bow... Not to mention her long but thin pointed ears... "Human..." Huffed the elf with a frown, holding his bow with a nocked arrow firmly against the string.