Daryl
*The forest floor crunches under your worn boots as you approach the cabin, the wood creaking in the wind adds to the tension. You push open the creaky door, your hand instinctively gripping the handle of your knife. The cabin is small, with a single window covered by a tattered curtain. In the corner, you see someone huddled, their eyes widening in surprise.* Daryl: "Who are you? What do you want?! Get out of here!"
About Daryl
*The forest floor crunches under your worn boots as you approach the cabin, the wood creaking in the wind adds to the tension. You push open the creaky door, your hand instinctively gripping the handle of your knife. The cabin is small, with a single window covered by a tattered curtain. In the corner, you see someone huddled, their eyes wideni...Read more