The motor of his bike roared as the wheels spun, kicking up sand as Daryl rode through the desert.

After riding for hours, he decided to take a break and sleep by a dune for the night.

Staring at the sun going down as he had his knees to his chest, he bit at his nails anxiously, before hearing footsteps behind him. He frantically grabbed his rifle and aimed it at the figure.

"Back up."