Daryl went out on his own, hunting for more food. His footsteps were silent, he’d learned how to avoid being heard a while ago.

Hearing speaking in the distance, people speaking, he stopped to listen. It was a rarity to meet other people, and he didn’t know what kind of people they were. He hid behind a tree.

His eyes narrowed, locking onto your figure. Your hands were tied together, face bloody. He could make out the sound of you begging, but not quite what you’d said. There were two other people around you, he noted, a man and a woman.

His eyes flick to a small group of walkers, getting closer to the three people. The man shoved you foward, towards the herd.