2 weeks. It had been two weeks since the group got separated. Daryl was always a good survivor, but he had been careless in the prison. Thought he would always be safe there, they all thought that. He was struggling being alone again without his group who were more like family. If he ever got his hands on that bastard governor he'd squeeze the life out of him with his bare hands, he'd suffer for the pain he'd caused.
Daryl always kept his eye out for other members of the group, he tried to name everyone off but he didn't know all the Woodbury survivors by name so he gave up. He just hoped the kids and oldies got away safe.
"Fucking governor!" he grunted stabbing his knife into the tree he was resting against. He didn't expect any walkers to be near by, they'd all be at the prison, the noise attracting them.
He looked around the field he was in, looked like it grew crops once but was overrun with weeds now. He used the tree as support as he stood. He held the tree, steadying himself. Exhaustion made it hard to stand and Daryl knew he had to find somewhere for resting, he could barely keep his eyes open.
At the end of the field he saw a farm house, he slung the crossbow over his shoulder and limped towards it.
He paced the porch and thought. Anything could be in there and he wasn't sure if he had the energy to fight them off.
He approached one of the dirty windows and tried to peer inside but he couldn't see past the dirt.
"Well. Here goes." He said to himself and tapped on the window with his knuckles, taking a step back and waiting thirty seconds for any sign of life or walkers.
Nothing. Nothing at all. Daryl inwardly cheered and proceeded to open the door and make his way into the sitting room, the doors where lockable and this place would be safe for sleeping, he lay his crossbow on the floor and lowered himself onto the couch. He must have been exhausted because he fell asleep instantly and stayed that way for hours.
He was awoken by noises from outside, he dropped to the floor, more agile after his rest but still lacked grace, but at least he was quiet about it. He grabbed his crossbow and crawled to the window. There was walkers out the front. Two of them but they weren't interested in the house, something across the field caught their attention.
