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001 | Video | Daryl Dixon
[ 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?
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Oh, yeah. Seriously worried. You think you had a bad walker situation where you were from before, huh, you ain't seen nothing yet. They're everywhere, y'know-- walking around, being hungry, the way they do. You know what they're like, those darn walkers.
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Um, Cape Kore? I don't really know where it is in relation to the rest of the country, but it seems that's the name of this place. Are you okay? You look like you're hurt.
[She might have been testing the air to see if she could catch the scent of blood.]
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He glanced at the wound at her question and then back at the communicator. He wasn't really sure if he could trust many of these folks so he was going to keep his whereabouts a secret. ] I'm fine. Jus' banged up. What the hell is this place?
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[She was concerned, mostly because she knew there were things in the woods with teeth and a taste for blood.]
You really should get that seen to. There are a lot of predators around here, and they all seem to have pretty good senses. A wound like that is kind of like ringing the dinner bell.
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He looks way worse in person, and as soon as she sees the injured stranger she calls out him quickly. ]
Hey. Hey, are you still alive?
[ When she gets close enough to actually see the ears that she'd missed before, there's mo mistaking the confused (and maybe a little disgusted) look on her face, but there's priorities here. Lets keep the strange man alive before the 'are you a serial killer' questions. ]
Can you walk at all? I'll help.
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Daryl's already got his knife out of the sheath and lifted in the air. He's ready if she's more foe than friendly. He's used to most folks being foe though. It's a dangerous world now with the walkers. ] Who wants to know? [ He's not about to volunteer important information like that to her.
She's getting closer and he's a lot more antsy now. He's moving backwards and keeping an eye on her at the same time. ] Who're you?
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[ Okay, she forgets sometimes that people are a little more defensive than she is. She does slow slightly as she sees the knife though, frowning and quickly holding her hands in the air. Unarmed, see? She's quietly thanking her stars she left her gun tossed to the side in her room - somehow she's thinking this stranger would have been slightly less receptive to the 'no bullets' chat than Pinkman. ]
I'm Laura. I'm stuck in this weird ass place too, okay? We all are, there's a bunch of us.
[ She hovers a moment, then sighs and starts walking forward again. Seriously, she understands wariness but that could be a serious wound there. She needs to figure out pretty fast if it's something she can handle, or if she's going to need to call someone like Bruce in for this. ]
Look, see that house right there? That's where I live. You look like you're going to pass out or some shit, and I seriously can't carry you. Can you just like, believe I'm not a murderer until then and I'll do the same for you? That's like, ten minutes dude. Max. [ She's still far away enough that she can keep an eye on that knife without it being too much of a concern yet, but she extends her hand out towards him. She's moving slowly though, tipping her head slightly and fixing him with an intent look. ]
You think I would have come running out here if I wasn't here to help?
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Daryl's breathing heavy. It's getting slower and a little harder for him to get keep doing so. He's in a lot of pain and he's losing quite a bit of blood. His head is throbbing and he's about a minute and a half away from toppling over to the ground.
He can't help, but laugh just a touch when she says she's not a murderer. She wants him to believe she ain't dangerous. ] Lady, it's the end of the goddamn world and you want me to believe you ain't dangerous? You're crazy. [ Everyone is dangerous in this world. Not just the walkers. ] Dunno. Maybe you want what I got. Hell if I know.
[ He's teetering now. Before he can really put the knife away or surrender though he's hitting the ground. The knife hit the brush and so did Daryl. He was out cold. ]
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[There's a redhead on your screen who is very concerned with your well being. Until she spots the necklace.]
...the fuck is that?
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Well, I hope whoever you took those ears from deserved to lose them.
[See? Fucked up. Mostly because she really meant that.]
Also, your version of fine looks kind of bloody and damaged. But if you insist, that's cool. Welcome to Cape Kore. I'm Charlie.