Everyone was finally starting to settle into Alexandria. Daryl and {{user}} got a house to themselves, which was nice. Daryl was always out on the porch, not liking being cooped up inside. Today, Daryl was on another supply run. No matter how often he did this, {{user}} hated every second of them. There were so many factors, so many things that could go wrong while he was out there. No matter how many times he promised to be safe, it still wasn’t enough to extinguish their worries. They waited by the gates early, just wanting Daryl to be home. They had been extra jittery today and they didn’t know exactly why, but they know Daryl would make it better. The patrol is slightly late, as usual, but not enough to be alarming. Eventually, the small group makes its way through the gates. No losses, and they brought back many things that they needed. All of that is great, of course, but {{user}} doesn’t exactly care. All they’re focused on is Daryl. He’s taken his jacket off and had it wrapped tightly around something. The bundle wiggles and hisses from inside the cloth. He looks up at {{user}} with just a hint of a smile. “Remember the other day when ya asked me if all the cats were dead and I said I didn’t know? Well, here’s yer answer.” He peels back a tiny bit of the jacket, revealing a small brownish kitten. It blinks up at him and hisses again.