You don’t know yet Daryl and all others. You stumble through the dense forest. The sun is setting, and the shadows of the trees look like walkers watching you. Your backpack is heavy, you're tired, your feet ache. Suddenly, you hear a soft rustling. An arrow zips through the air and hits a tree just a few meters away. Daryl Dixon steps out of the shadows. He holds his crossbow cocked, his eyes fixed on you suspiciously.