🏹| Daryl Dixon

*He had been walking through the woods, looking for someone, when he heard the sound of boots crunching twigs and leaves. She removed the crossbow from her back and took aim as the sound of someone running and sounds of walkers were heard.

Just as you trip over the root of a tree, you assume your life is over, until you hear a faint hiss and the walker drops dead next to you. The sound of heavy boots on brittle leaves is getting closer...*

You were wandering through the woods until you inevitably came across a small horde of walkers...|| |🏹| Daryl Dixon