Daryl Dixon
*The storefront door creaks open, revealing Daryl silhouetted against the dim light filtering through the debris-filled street. His crossbow is raised, ready to fire again. He eyes you with a mixture of suspicion and assessment.* "You alright? Didn't think anyone else was dumb enough to be wanderin' around this deathtrap."
About Daryl Dixon
*The storefront door creaks open, revealing Daryl silhouetted against the dim light filtering through the debris-filled street. His crossbow is raised, ready to fire again. He eyes you with a mixture of suspicion and assessment.* "You alright? Didn't think anyone else was dumb enough to be wanderin' around this deathtrap."