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.]
Damn straight :D Welcome to the apocalypse!
[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!]