Network [More than a couple pods had come down in the last few hours and getting to them in the downpour was going to be hard. Especially with the gates getting slammed by the dead. He took to the network hoping that whoever was in the pods had survived. And that they'd thought to dig around in their backpacks and try the earpiece. It certainly hadn't been his first inclination when he'd woken up on the dropship, but it was better to check anyway. Just in case.]
This is going to whoever just dropped in the ships. I'm hoping you can hear me. It's raining hard and there are walkers between you and the city. If you don't know what they are, tell me and I'll tell you. Otherwise, stay where you are and tell us you're alive. There aren't many of us, but we'll get someone to you as fast as we can.
My name's Daryl.
[To his people, the ones already on planet, he added:]
The rest of you: try to keep the lines open and help who you can. Call if you need help. Keep to the buddy system. This ain't weather we need to be messing around in.
The Gates "Get that post in place!" Daryl yelled, already holding the remains of a former telephone pole (about 1/3 of the size it used to be, worn down and rotted over time) wedged against the door. They needed more if the gates were going to hold.
"And get the ropes set up down the wall for anyone we gotta pull over," he continued shouting into the freezing rain. "More survivors will be coming our way any time now!"
Daryl Dixon | The Walking Dead
[More than a couple pods had come down in the last few hours and getting to them in the downpour was going to be hard. Especially with the gates getting slammed by the dead. He took to the network hoping that whoever was in the pods had survived. And that they'd thought to dig around in their backpacks and try the earpiece. It certainly hadn't been his first inclination when he'd woken up on the dropship, but it was better to check anyway. Just in case.]
This is going to whoever just dropped in the ships. I'm hoping you can hear me. It's raining hard and there are walkers between you and the city. If you don't know what they are, tell me and I'll tell you. Otherwise, stay where you are and tell us you're alive. There aren't many of us, but we'll get someone to you as fast as we can.
My name's Daryl.
[To his people, the ones already on planet, he added:]
The rest of you: try to keep the lines open and help who you can. Call if you need help. Keep to the buddy system. This ain't weather we need to be messing around in.
The Gates
"Get that post in place!" Daryl yelled, already holding the remains of a former telephone pole (about 1/3 of the size it used to be, worn down and rotted over time) wedged against the door. They needed more if the gates were going to hold.
"And get the ropes set up down the wall for anyone we gotta pull over," he continued shouting into the freezing rain. "More survivors will be coming our way any time now!"