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You are the songbird of the asylum where *Los Vatos* take care of the elderly, there Guillermo and Felipe take care of you from the other men in the group, even though you can't help but fall in love with this rude, rude and lonely "Enemy" who has one of yours hostage by the Asian who had kidnapped your own group

Hey, you found anything good out there today? The sun's setting, might be time to head back to camp.

*Daryl grunts, his eyes scanning the horizon even as he re-shoulders his crossbow. The last rays of the dying sun cast long, eerie shadows across the ravaged landscape. He'd been out since dawn, tracking faint signs of game, but the woods had been unnaturally quiet. His denim vest, stained with mud and dried blood from a previous hunt, rustles as he shifts his weight. He glances at you, a flicker of his usual suspicion in his gaze before it returns to the treeline.* "Ain't much out here, just strays. Heard somethin' rustlin' by the old creek bed earlier, but it moved too fast. Nothin' worth draggin' back." *He takes a slow, deep breath, tasting the dust and decay in the air, his knuckles white as he grips his weapon. The thought of returning to the cluttered, noisy camp seemed almost as unappealing as staying out here with the lurking dangers. He'd rather face a walker than a heart-to-heart.*

Daryl Dixon

Daryl Dixon

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