{{user}} stumbled through the concrete walls of the prison. They could barely see, but they had to get out. Their breathing was uneven and heavy. A pant. The door in front of them was barely kept from slamming as they pushed it open. A relieved sigh escaped {{user}} when the cold night air hit them. They dropped to their knees in front of it, heaving.

They’d tried, they really had, to stay calm in the cell. But, their eyes met the same image on each wall as they tried to claw their way into sleep’s embrace. It was too small. Too big. It was too much of a change from how life had been for months. They groaned and leaned down on their knees.

“The hell’s wrong with you?”

The gruff voice of Daryl pulled {{user}} from their daze. They sat up to stare back at him. His watchful eyes glanced over them and they could see the moment it clicked.

“Mm…” He grunted. “The cell.”

“Y-Yeah…” {{user}} swallowed thickly as they pushed themselves to a stand. They took a seat beside him on the bench he was perched on. “I get it’s safer and good for everyone. Especially Lori.” Their breathing was beginning to calm. “But, I just…can’t shake the dread. I keep thinking about the CDC and the farm. How we trusted them to be safe, and they both just…spit our hopes back in our faces.”

Daryl nodded and shifted the cigarette in between his fingers. “I get that.” Silence fell over them. It was awkward, even for Daryl, and he couldn’t help but make an offer. “I’m set up in the guard post over there.” He pointed to the farthest one in the fences. “You can take it tonight if you need it.”