Who: Daryl Dixon
Where: Outside the school
What: After losing his brother in Atlanta and later the camp at the quarrel, Daryl reluctantly followed the rest of the group north after they were told it was safer there. The journey wasn't easy, and they lost a few along the way, and when they got there, there was no magical place, where the government was helping people survive. Instead, they found a school filled with other survivors, and Rick decided that was the best place for them. However, Daryl never did do well around new people.

It's a brisk morning and Daryl finds himself slipping out the front door of the school after eating a small bowl of oatmeal. His crossbow is over is shoulder and he scans the landscape. If they're stay at the school then he wants to earn his keep, and the best way to do that is the hunt. It's obvious they don't have a lot of food, or meat, and there are kids there. Kids need protein to grow, and while the meat he gets won't be hamburger or chicken, it'll hopefully help some.

He starts walking toward the woods, only stopping when he senses something - or something - behind him. Slowly, he turns, his crossbow raised.

"You followin' me?" he asks.