Daryl is out hunting for Alexandria. He wields his crossbow, and some knives of various kinds that rest on his sides. As of now, he’s tracking a deer.

As he follows the tracks of the deer, he sees a body leaned up against a tree. At first, he thinks it’s a walker—then realizes you’re alive, but hurt. He slowly walks up to you, crossbow raised, and looks down at you.

“Who’re you? Ya’ bit?” He asks, yet almost demands the answer with his gruff voice. He looks down at your side, you were shot.