01: Rules of Survival

[dirtyredneck]

[Broadcast to everyone]

Hope most of you got this thing figured out and I ain't just talking into the wind...

You wanna survive in this world, you best listen up and listen good. I ain't gonna repeat myself on this no more. Done enough of that already.

The dead are walking. We call 'em 'walkers'. Because they walk when they shouldn't be walking. There's only one way to stop 'em: you gotta take out the brain. They don't feel pain and cutting off limbs only slows them down. Destroy the brain.

If you get bit, and you're lucky enough to get bit on an ankle or thigh or your arm, cut that shit off you. It's your only chance of livin'. You still got a chance of dyin' from the blood loss, but you also got a chance to live. Take it.

[There's a short pause and his breath could be heard being sucked in and let out.]

If you ain't got yourself a group, get one. Cain't do nothing without people in this world. Get you some.

[There is silence. He's said his peace.]

Comments

[pinner]

[She never had a father. Frank had given her hugs and shown her affection but it wasn't the same sort of affection a family member would show to her. She often longed for a fatherly sort of figure to think of as family and with Daryl preaching the Us mentality and thinking of their group as a family it was easy to fall into thinking of him as a father figure. He likely didn't want her to do it but it was difficult not to with how protective he was.

She felt the way his body reacted to her hug and waited until he calmed and placed a hand on her back before moving away. She understood that whatever he had been through where he came from. Maybe she was making as much of a difference for him as he was for her. It was a nice thought.]

We should head back. They'll start to worry if we're out for too long.

[She gave him a smile and lingered a moment before heading out of the store. ]

[dirtyredneck]

[Daryl followed her out, noticeably subdued. He was attentive to their surroundings. He always was. But he was also a lot more aware of what she was doing. How she was walking and the bounce in her step. The way her hair swayed in it's little ponytail, ribbon about as dirty as her dress.

When they got to the car pile up, Daryl lifted her up, climbed over and then helped her down. Not because she really needed it, but because he could excuse the action over her being over-loaded with the finds of their shopping trip. And if, once she was back on the ground on the other side, his hand found it's way into hers again... well, she had a habit of grabbing hands all by herself.

But he didn't talk on the way back. Nothing more than a nod here and there or a soft 'mmm'. He liked the silence she filled with her smile and her laugh. He didn't need to ruin it with his own words.]