[ So someone had found him? The aggressive ruckus ahead of his tree brings him relief as he stands up straight from his hiding spot, stepping out to lock eyes with... The Whacker Walker. ]
Uh! [ There's only a split second between them where the thing seems to realise what it's looking at before it lunges forward into a dead run. ] Shit! You're not as buggin' close as ya thought you were! [ He takes off in the direction he'd come from before, at least, he thinks it's where he came from. He runs until his lungs feel like fire, and his heart is pumping acid. He can hear the thing chasing behind him, and movement to his left causes him to put even more into running than he thought he still had.
He keeps running out of necessity and fear, not listening to anything on the radio, he passes something else, it looks like a large animal, or maybe just another Walker, either way, he's not stopping until he turns to look over his shoulder and smacks right into someone or something that was moving just as quickly as him.
Stumbling back he goes down, falling on his ass with a yelp. RUN INTO A WALKER NEWT. GREAT IDEA. His hair is dark with sweat and matted down to his face. And his face is in no better state, the almost healed scrape under his eye met with another one by his temple and dark dirt clings to the sweat on his face, making him look almost as rabid as one of those things. He doesn't hesitate, he acts, and the act is him shoving off from the ground to lunge at the "Walker" that had gotten in his way before it moved against him.
His mind was on Daryl, and the other stupid idiot that followed him out, and Tommy as he grabbed a rock nearby raising it above his head to - oh, brown eyes. Brown eyes he knows. ]
here u go dragging tommy in this and also leaving it open for Alex
Uh! [ There's only a split second between them where the thing seems to realise what it's looking at before it lunges forward into a dead run. ] Shit! You're not as buggin' close as ya thought you were! [ He takes off in the direction he'd come from before, at least, he thinks it's where he came from. He runs until his lungs feel like fire, and his heart is pumping acid. He can hear the thing chasing behind him, and movement to his left causes him to put even more into running than he thought he still had.
He keeps running out of necessity and fear, not listening to anything on the radio, he passes something else, it looks like a large animal, or maybe just another Walker, either way, he's not stopping until he turns to look over his shoulder and smacks right into someone or something that was moving just as quickly as him.
Stumbling back he goes down, falling on his ass with a yelp. RUN INTO A WALKER NEWT. GREAT IDEA. His hair is dark with sweat and matted down to his face. And his face is in no better state, the almost healed scrape under his eye met with another one by his temple and dark dirt clings to the sweat on his face, making him look almost as rabid as one of those things. He doesn't hesitate, he acts, and the act is him shoving off from the ground to lunge at the "Walker" that had gotten in his way before it moved against him.
His mind was on Daryl, and the other stupid idiot that followed him out, and Tommy as he grabbed a rock nearby raising it above his head to - oh, brown eyes. Brown eyes he knows. ]