starter for @memoryhallowed | Aaron & Daryl
Aaron peeked out of the musty old curtains once more, letting out a heavy sigh at the sight of the hoard that was surrounding the place. If they didn’t migrate away soon this would become a problem. For the night, they could stick it out if they had to. He and Daryl had ended up in this mess on a run together. It almost felt like the old days, when Aaron had first talked Daryl into recruiting with him.
❝It looks like we’ll be here awhile.❞ They’d luckily found one of the rooms empty, not smelling too horribly like rot, no ancient gut and blood stains on the walls, just musty and old. They were on the third floor of what once must have been a pretty fancy hotel. Their safe space had a big bed, sofa, huge tv, and jacuzzi, all covered in dust and dirt, walls cracking and curtains raggedy. Aaron crossed the room, arms folded over his chest, metal one gleaming. ❝I don’t think we’ll be able to call room service though.❞














