Daryl is carefully walking through the woods, hunting for game to take back to the group. His awareness is up, listening intently for Walkers or strangers he may encounter, while he also keeps watch for wild game he can shoot so everyone can have something good to eat. His crossbow is held nimbly in his hands constantly at the ready, the bolt ready to fire. It’s mid-day, the sunlight dappling the ground through the trees, the wind lightly blowing carrying every scent upon the air. Daryl sniffs lightly, his senses alert for the putrid scent of approaching Walkers. His eyes dart to the side as he sees movement amongst the nearby bushes. He lifts his crossbow, taking aim, waiting quietly as he starts to silently crouch down defensively, unsure if the movement is an animal, someone that may pose danger, or a Walker so fresh it hasn’t had time to start decomposing yet.
“If you’re a person, ya just come on out,” He grumbles quietly. Though not outright aggressive, his tone leaves no brook for argument. You have no choice but to present yourself, and try to do so as calmly as possible to show you aren’t a danger to him.
