weaintsomewhereelse
The thing about relying on looting to sustain yourself was that eventually you had to go so far to find usable supplies that it wasn’t really worth the trip, and until Monroe decided to lend them a car, Tara and Daryl were left picking through the same convenience store they’d already been through on two other separate occasion. The only thing that was new about it was a walker that ambled at them from behind a row of dumpsters, and she turned to Daryl. “You got this?”













