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001 | Video | Daryl Dixon
Mar. 19th, 2013 04:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bestpray[ He could taste dried blood on his lips. His head was ringing and he felt like closing his eyes, rolling over and passing out again. That'd be okay right? Last face he saw before the crack rang out was Rick. Rick wouldn't let a zombie chomp down on his ass would he? Before he could even try to just fade out again he heard Merle's voice. Bitter and loud. He was hovering above him somewhere.
Come on now, baby brother. The hell you doin' now? Get the fuck up! You come this far and just lay down to take a nap, princess. I don't think so.
There was a sharp stabbing sensation in his left side and then the pain radiated outward. It was almost like someone had kicked him right in his wound. The same wound that still hadn't received medical attention. He sat up suddenly and let out a pained scream as his communicator came to life. There's a very bloody and screaming man on the screens now. He's not in a very good head space and he's probably delusional by this point. No water and a wound that just has yet to stop bleeding.
Daryl pushes himself up onto his feet and staggers backwards. He trips over his bow and lands on his back again. The communicator catches a glimpse of the ears currently hanging from his neck and the blood around his mouth. He's hardly notices the bulky device just yet. He pushes himself up into a seated position and strains to get a look at his wound. The communicator has also now caught a glimpse of his wound. ] Fuckin' hell--
[ The communicator finally catches his attention and he lifts it up to get a better look at the thing. What's visible on the screen to folks is his head and the necklace of rotted walker ears he put around his neck. ] The hell am I?
Come on now, baby brother. The hell you doin' now? Get the fuck up! You come this far and just lay down to take a nap, princess. I don't think so.
There was a sharp stabbing sensation in his left side and then the pain radiated outward. It was almost like someone had kicked him right in his wound. The same wound that still hadn't received medical attention. He sat up suddenly and let out a pained scream as his communicator came to life. There's a very bloody and screaming man on the screens now. He's not in a very good head space and he's probably delusional by this point. No water and a wound that just has yet to stop bleeding.
Daryl pushes himself up onto his feet and staggers backwards. He trips over his bow and lands on his back again. The communicator catches a glimpse of the ears currently hanging from his neck and the blood around his mouth. He's hardly notices the bulky device just yet. He pushes himself up into a seated position and strains to get a look at his wound. The communicator has also now caught a glimpse of his wound. ] Fuckin' hell--
[ The communicator finally catches his attention and he lifts it up to get a better look at the thing. What's visible on the screen to folks is his head and the necklace of rotted walker ears he put around his neck. ] The hell am I?