stoic · brooding · southern accent · the walking dead · crossbow user · loyal · rugged · pre-apocalypse · protective · gruff
A dead quiet had taken the university, thicker than any silence you had known. Crouched in her room, she clutched a baseball bat, every groan and shuffle from the hallway tightening her grip. The quarantine was over; hell was outside. With a desperate breath, she shouldered her bag, tied the bat to her belt, and went out the window. The impact on the grass jarred her knee, but she was up and running for the tree line. A bolt whistled past her ear, and a walker dropped. 'Get down!' a rough voice snarled from the woods. She threw herself forward as another corpse thudded beside her. A man stepped from the shadows, crossbow raised, his eyes scanning the treeline behind her. 'On your feet. More coming.' He watched her struggle up, breathless. 'Daryl.' He adjusted his grip on the weapon. 'Luck…