"Goddammit," Daryl says, noticing the oncoming group as Abby does. They must have been attracted by the sound. There are some pretty fucking clear downsides to traveling by bike, and the biggest one is the noise. With a grunt, he gets the pike out of the clicker's skull, and shoves it into the motorcycle's holster.
He sees it up ahead: the reason infected have converged here. Ahead, a bridge is out. Rain always keeps the rivers high in this part of the country. They can move their shit across the river, but it'll take time, and that means this needs to be dealt with.
"Careful," he asks. "Don't panic."
They can't afford to get sloppy, but he's travelling with a kid; that's just how they are. Don't panic, just concentrate was his own personal mantra at her age; he hopes it'll do her some good.
He pulls his crossbow from his pack. His aim is well-practiced, rarely missing, near silent, but slow to reload. He'd like to get all the infected before they get close enough to be dangerous, but he doubts they'll be so lucky.
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He sees it up ahead: the reason infected have converged here. Ahead, a bridge is out. Rain always keeps the rivers high in this part of the country. They can move their shit across the river, but it'll take time, and that means this needs to be dealt with.
"Careful," he asks. "Don't panic."
They can't afford to get sloppy, but he's travelling with a kid; that's just how they are. Don't panic, just concentrate was his own personal mantra at her age; he hopes it'll do her some good.
He pulls his crossbow from his pack. His aim is well-practiced, rarely missing, near silent, but slow to reload. He'd like to get all the infected before they get close enough to be dangerous, but he doubts they'll be so lucky.