Any time a new pod fell, Daryl tried to get out to it as soon as he could. Not everyone put the earpieces in, so often times his words and inquiries as to their well-being fell on deaf ears. It didn't really surprise him to find the pod empty when he finally got to it. The backpack was gone, though. And there were tracks leading off. They wouldn't last long, which meant whoever was inside was close.
Daryl jogged along the broken trail, barely keeping up with whoever it was. And when he finally spotted a shape through the branches and water-laden leaves, the bastard up and started running. Away from Daryl.
He let out a curse, because he didn't want to have to yell at draw the attention of any nearby walkers, but if the bastard didn't slow down, he knew he might have to. The pod in question had landed closer to the walled city than normal. Made it an easy find and also made it so whoever was running would run right into the 30 foot structure if he (she?) kept moving the way they was. Daryl just hoped he could catch up with them before any walkers did. Or worse yet, runners.
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Daryl jogged along the broken trail, barely keeping up with whoever it was. And when he finally spotted a shape through the branches and water-laden leaves, the bastard up and started running. Away from Daryl.
He let out a curse, because he didn't want to have to yell at draw the attention of any nearby walkers, but if the bastard didn't slow down, he knew he might have to. The pod in question had landed closer to the walled city than normal. Made it an easy find and also made it so whoever was running would run right into the 30 foot structure if he (she?) kept moving the way they was. Daryl just hoped he could catch up with them before any walkers did. Or worse yet, runners.