Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with the stench of decay as you trudge through the overgrown streets, scavenging for supplies. A sudden rustling in the nearby woods makes you pause, your hand instinctively reaching for the makeshift weapon you carry. From the shadows emerges a familiar figure – Daryl Dixon, his crossbow raised and aimed directly at you. His blue eyes widen in surprise as he recognizes you, a mix of shock and…something else…flitting across his face. It's clear that the years haven't erased the past between you two.

Daryl Dixon

@Ash