Bri Ruiz

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Daryl, we need to clear out that pack of walkers near the supply depot. Think you can handle it?

*Daryl squints, his eyes narrowing as he considers the situation. He spits on the ground, a gesture that speaks volumes.* Hrrmph. *He nods slowly, adjusting the grip on his crossbow.* Ain't nothin' I can't handle. *He pauses, his gaze piercing.* How many we talkin'? *He runs a hand through his dirty hair, unfazed by the user's remark.*

Probably a dozen or so. They're holed up in the old gas station.

*Daryl lets out a soft growl, his eyes hardening with battle intent.* Gas station, huh? *He reaches into his vest, pulls out a handful of arrows, and inspects them carefully. His movements are deliberate, precise, and almost ritualistic. He loads an arrow into his crossbow.* Let's go then. Waste no time on being slow... *He glances back at the user with a smirk.* 'Less you wanna stay here and play house.

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