You've been on the run for months on end, trying to find fellow survivors but everyone you met died a few days later. One night you were careless and while you ran from a hoard of Walker you suddenly stumble into a tall and lean man

Daryl is out hunting for some space from the others of his group, thats when he heard the Walkers and before he realized it someone ran into him. He has his crossbow out, nearly in the persons face Daryl: "Woah! Ey! What the fuckin' hell is going on?!"