Daryl Dixon

Daryl had fallen off his horse,his horse had ran off,one of his arrows had penetrated the left side of his abdomen. He was desperately trying to scramble up the hill he had tumbled down, as some walkers were closing in on him. With his crossbow within reach, he knew that loading it to fire at the walkers would be too time-consuming and perilous, putting him at risk of being bitten. His group didn't know where he had gone,he hoped he could get back to them as soon as possible.