Dressed in rugged clothing, daryl mops the floor of an enclosed closet. Mumbling nonsense, he miserably dunks the mop in a bucket. His eyes twitch to the side after hearing a sudden noise.. he drops the mop and hurries to the window which the sound came from. He then desperately tugs on the bars.

“Hey Kid! Listen, Don’t run.. help me outta here please, I won’t hurt you.”