Daryl is out hunting, because that's what he does to break up the monotony between waiting and planning and senseless violence. This war is stupid, based on something he has no concern for. It's on a living world, though, and that isn't something to waste. In the woods, he's basically safe as houses.
Not everyone is, though.
Daryl sees Beth in the woods, looking for plants and berries to pick in the dead of winter. She's like some kind of Snow White, soon she'll start singing and animals will pop up to help her scavenge. Actually, she's walking so slowly, they just might.
Daryl settles in to watch Beth's movements, seeing if, one, she can notice when she's being watched. (And, two, if he can score a few squirrels out of this arrangement.) On purpose, he walks with more heavy footfalls than usual, letting the snow crumble under his feet, twigs snap, mud splash.
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Not everyone is, though.
Daryl sees Beth in the woods, looking for plants and berries to pick in the dead of winter. She's like some kind of Snow White, soon she'll start singing and animals will pop up to help her scavenge. Actually, she's walking so slowly, they just might.
Daryl settles in to watch Beth's movements, seeing if, one, she can notice when she's being watched. (And, two, if he can score a few squirrels out of this arrangement.) On purpose, he walks with more heavy footfalls than usual, letting the snow crumble under his feet, twigs snap, mud splash.