Daryl takes his jacket off, takes out a bone needle and begins sewing the buckskin onto the hole in his jacket. It'll be good to take a breather. Today hasn't gone how he wanted, but he wants to make sure Abby knows it ain't her fault. The rains must have brought out more infected than expected, on top of fucking over the bridge.
"A few places," he says. "Made myself known before I settled. Still get out there sometimes, when it gets too crowded."
Seattle, a largely abandoned wasteland of warring factions-- but sometimes too loud, and the knowledge of creeping fighters shakes his dreams. He remembers so much, from the first ten years, and then everything slowed. He can't countenance it. He has to run.
But that doesn't matter.
"Issaquah's got good people." He murmurs while he sews his jacket together. "But... we get there, tell 'em you're my niece or something. Few years back, they had a problem with a guy kidnapping kids."
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"A few places," he says. "Made myself known before I settled. Still get out there sometimes, when it gets too crowded."
Seattle, a largely abandoned wasteland of warring factions-- but sometimes too loud, and the knowledge of creeping fighters shakes his dreams. He remembers so much, from the first ten years, and then everything slowed. He can't countenance it. He has to run.
But that doesn't matter.
"Issaquah's got good people." He murmurs while he sews his jacket together. "But... we get there, tell 'em you're my niece or something. Few years back, they had a problem with a guy kidnapping kids."