@wingsandarrow liked for a starter with Shane
Shane dropped down off the hood of the last car he searched, his boots hitting the hot pavement hard enough to jolt up his legs. The sun was beating down without mercy, baking metal and asphalt until the whole damn highway smelled like engine grease and rot. A few cars over, he spotted Daryl moving along the shoulder, checking vehicles with that steady, methodical pace of his.
Letting out a breath, he adjusted the strap of his shotgun and started after him. The only sounds were the hum of insects, the distant creak of cooling engines, and the occasional low moan drifting from somewhere too close for comfort. Daryl kept going, shoulders set, crossbow resting easy against his back.
Shane didn’t rush, but he closed the distance enough to talk without raising his voice. “Hey,” he said, boots crunching over scattered glass as he came up beside him. “How you holdin’ up?”
