I Work Solo || Daryl & Michonne
Twigs and yellowed, withered leaves crunched and moaned below the balls of her booted feet. One, two, her mind echoed with each step; one, two -- don't think about her. Trees' bark scratched her once softened fingertips, her katana the sole companion left to her. Woodsbury can swallow her up for all I care.
Within her hazed sight of green she took note of a certain shadow engulfed by the flora only to re-emerge once more into the sun's weakened light. Fingers curved around her sword's hilt and with one swift pull the blade sang between the once silenced forest.
"One, two" she once again repeated, "One, two" she voiced her thoughts, and charched into nature searching for the Walker who disturbed her peace. Though once her silver katana turned milky white under the clouded skies, her running stoped and her eyes of coal met for once the pointed end of a readily pulled arrow.