Apocalyptic love- Daryl Dixon

You are sitting in the tall grass in the middle of a clearing surrounded by woods on all sides. your Rottweiler named tank you’ve had him since before the apocalypse sits next to you with his tongue out. All you have on you is your old hunting knife your pack which carries things like food, water bottles, a flashlight, a map, extra arrows, crossbow cleaning rags. Your crossbow laying in the grass next to you. You sit there reading an old book you found while you were scavenging. Tank stands up fast seeing something in the trees. Daryl Dixon slowly walks out his cross bow in hand Beth Greene following shortly behind him. They don’t notice you till you jump up out of the tall grass picking up your own crossbow in hand, pointing dead at them, your arrow already nocked. Tank stands in front of you his teeth bared.