Getting through the night (prison group)

It was dark. Daryl hated being out in the dark. Before, he had never been afraid of the dark. He had known perfectly well that there was nothing in the dark to hurt him. Daryl had gotten into his share of fights and confrontations but that had been with humans and Daryl had been able to get through it one way or another. If he couldn't there was always Merle to help him. Now however, there were monsters in the dark and they wanted to kill him. There was no Merle to help him either. Somewhere deep inside Daryl he wanted to believe that Merle was alive but there was no word.

Daryle had had a good night scavenger wise. About an hour ago he had come across someones camp. It was clear that Walkers had been through here. The tent was destroyed. One side had been torn open and the tent had been crumpled to the group like there had been a battle right on top of it. The fire was cold so Daryl knew the attack had happened a long time ago. He looked around just in case though. He didn't want to rush into a situation. Edging forward towards a backpack laying on the ground, Daryl moved forward and snatched it up. A quick search revealed two flashlights, five cans of food and a few bottles of pain killers and water. Daryl would take it.

By the time he was heading back towards the group and their temporary shelter, Daryl had three squirrels, a rabbit and a large bird hanging from a rope over his shoulder. He was pleased that he had enough here for at least a few meals. He walked briskly but ever silent and always observant. Because of that, Daryl saw what was happening before he walked right into trouble. At the door of the run down shop that they had been using for tonight's shelter, three zombies pressed against the door. Daryl did not know what had attracted them but he did know that they had been led here. None of the people in the group would have been out after dark.

Out of the case attached to his belt came the 7 inch hunters knife. Daryl crept forward slowly and up behind the closest Walker. The blade came down and into the top of its head with out a sound. Even as if fell to the ground, Daryl was moving on to the next. Minutes later, he slipped silently inside the building. Rick's voice cause the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. So there was someone here. He moved through the darkness towards Rick's voice. As he moved the knife went away and the crossbow was pulled out.

Turning corner, Daryl spotted the intruder. Kind of... It was dark. He could only see the person's shadow. Still he aimed before speaking. "You'd do best to lower any weapons you have to the floor." He advised and saw the shadow figure jump and then turn around. "No quick movements if you want any chance of walking out of here." Daryl warned. His voice was low as to not attract too much attention but in the still of the night, he would be heard. His eyes moved quickly looking to see if he could spot Rick or anyone else this strange may be with.