"So where are you from Daryl?"
I asked sweetly, Max still hadnt come back yet. Daryl stayed quiet, scarfing down his eggs. This man was mysterious, he has yet to tell me if I can trust him.
"Where did you get that?"
I tilted my head, and looked to where he was pointing. It was my camera.
"I'll tell you if you tell me where your from."
I smiled and finished my plate, leaning back into the chair.
"Never knew the name of my town. Didn't care either. Where did you get that?"
"I went on a run and found a couple, only took one incase someone else hopped by. You ca have it."
He shook his head and pushed the plate away, wincing at his arm.
"Taylor's alright, just fell off the bed. So whats up? He a problem?"
I shook my head no and he sat down beside me, leaning on the table.
"Daryl, this is Max Gantins, Max this is Daryl. Taylor is on the living room, but thats not important."
Daryl only glared at Max, making me wonder if Max knew him.
"Well. I will get to the dishes, Max take him for a walk around the farm please."
Max went to Daryls side, and he abruptly stood up, glaring at Max.
"Ok. Daryl, your with me I guess. Max, dishes. Daryl come on."
I lighlighting pushed Max away, looking st him with concern. Max walked over to the sink, and did his thing.
"Lets go see Taylor. He has been dying to see you."
Daryl only grunted, following me into the houses living room. The smaller blue haired boy had a glimmer in his eyes as he gazed at me. I chuckled and bent down beside him.
"Taylor, this is Daryl. Daryl, Taylor mittens."
Daryl nodded as a hello, and Taylor smiled.
"Nice to meet you Daryl! Uh... I would shake your hand but..."
Taylor giggled nervously, and motioned to his legs. He had sprained his ankle, and his other leg was broken.
"You did that?"
Daryl muttered, tilting his head towards Taylor.
"No. We got surrounded, and we took precaution for when we got back. He volunteered tp be bait, almost got him killed."
I explained, him nodding in response. Taylor dozed off, making me sigh.
"Come on, you looked ecstatic at the mention of a chicken coop." I smirked as Daryls cheeks spread a shade of pink. I walked out of the room, daryl in tow, leading back to the porch. This house didn't have a back door, and only three entrances. My room had a window, Taylors room had a window, and the front door. I locked ot behind me, and Daryl sniffed the air.
"Did you love on a farm before all this?"
I walked up beside him, and he grunted.
"So no? I sure didn't. I loved in Flordia. The heat was awesome, but there were to many people. Me and Max were best buds, and decided 'Oh! Lets go live in the country!' but we never got the chanch, now the world is ending and we got what we wanted. for the price of absolute shit."
I sighed and sat on the steps. Daryl sat beside me, almost as if he was comfortable.
"I lived in a small town. Brother gone to wherever, leaving me to take all the beating. Abusive father took care of everything else, yada yada yada, you?"
He was warming up to me. I smiled and patted his back, and stood up.
"Thats a story for another time. I end up ranting, sp maybe after we brcome friends."
He growled a little, following me