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[nomeatonthesebones]

I'm gonna go check the fences...

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Your username is just too perfect :D

[fine_young]

*There is a strange boy at the fence.* Hello.

Oh, you :3 Thanks! It kinda just came to me.

[nomeatonthesebones]

[And geeks closing in fast - or, as fast as a gambolling horde of zombies can, which, when there's no fresh blood in the air, isn't very - on either side of him. Daryl pauses, hefting his unloaded crossbow up to his shoulder but hesitates to mount an arrow onto the shelf. This kid's nothing to him, after all. What does he owe him except maybe a free word of advice?] You best start runnin', son.

All I know is that the show is about zombies, but that's all I need to know :D

[fine_young]

*He grins and reaches behind his back, pulling out an honest-to-God sword.* Give me one minute, then open the gate for . . . three seconds. Starting now.

*He's fast, is our fine young cannibal. The zombies are not, and they don't do well with having their heads cut off.*

Damn straight :D Welcome to the apocalypse!

[nomeatonthesebones]

You can't just -- ! [But, dammit, he's already moving and walkers are beginning to hit the ground in pieces before Daryl can get a word in edgeways. And without Rick around, looks like he's on his own on the decision-making front. Not really his strongest subject, truth be told.]

[Heads roll and, their brains still intact, try to bite at Hannibal's ankles. Thwip. Daryl sacrifices just one arrow, shooting one of the zombies in the back of the skull, the tip penetrating through its lower jaw at an angle and rendering it inert in less time than it takes Hannibal to turn around. Racing into a sprint, crossbow in one hand and trying to fish the ring of keys from his pocket at the same time, Daryl heads for the gate.]

[Dammit, this was a bad idea!]

Glad to be here

[fine_young]

*He casually kicks with thick leather boots, shoves a dagger or a sickle into a skull. It is dancelike, almost; all quick smoothness save the occasional sharp turn.

*And once the gate is open he is through it in moments, stabbing a zombie on the way.* Thank you.

I have provisions, if you need some? *Provisions are people. But they deserved it.* And I can get more if you like.

[nomeatonthesebones]

We got our own. [And that's a get bent if ever there was one. Hannibal's not welcome here, in their small, carefully constructed (and highly flawed) Eden.] Don't get comfy, man. You're lucky I even let you in here to begin with.

[Like Daryl doesn't have enough problems already without dealing with this chump.]

[fine_young]

Helpful, but I wouldn't call it luck. *Not when he's been doing this well even without it.*

And I doubt you can throw anyone to the wolves--even if you want to.