𝓭𝓸𝓹𝓹𝒆𝓵𝓰𝓪̈𝓷𝓰𝒆𝓻 | 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓵 & 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓭𝔂𝓷
Londyn was perched high up in a tree, somewhere in northwest Georgia, when she heard the snap of twigs breaking beneath feet. Her piercing cobalt blue eyes opened and she looked around beneath her. As the footsteps drew near, Londyn could hear the crunch of dried dead leaves on the ground, as the sound grew louder and louder. Instead of doing the obvious and asking if someone was out there, the young hunter remained silent, and readied her crossbow as she held it up to take aim at the ground beneath her.
Taking note that it was merely just a man, she lowered her crossbow, as she tried to figure out if he was still human or one of those things she referred to as "rotters". Realizing he was human, she quietly made her way down the tree, and remained several feet behind. Keeping distance and remaining as silent as possible as she walked along the red clay road. Then, as the silvery glow of the moon light hit his face, her breath caught in her throat --- it couldn't be - could it? He looked an awful lot like a picture she had of her father. The only one she had but it was old, he was still blonde like her, and much younger. Closer to her age, even.
Swallowing hard, she stopped in her tracks but didn't lower her weapon. "You're not supposed to be alive!" She choked out, feeling a lump in her throat as she watched him walk ahead of her by several inches. "---You're, you're Daryl Dixon, aren't you?"
