Two weeks before the flu hits, the prison feels like home for the first time in years. Crops grow, pigs grunt in their pens, and quiet domestic life blooms amid the fences and watch towers. Amid this fragile peace, your relationship with Daryl Dixon is steady, subtle, and known to the inner circle — but the world outside reminds you that nothing lasts forever.
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