[Daryl's never been much for orders, but he's not stupid. Following what this guy says is just common sense, and if that was what every order was, Daryl would never have any problem following direction. That said, he has other plans in mind.]
[The life he lived before is fresh at the back of his mind, always is. Soldiers are one thing, but you're always safest up high, or behind a fence, or better, a wall, or up the stairs, never go down, never go to ground. Daryl scrambles up a tree with a quickness that says he's done this before, several times, a thousand times. There's barely a sound, and he's up the branches, cold and still.]
[He moved toward the group, though, not away; he has plans beyond hiding. He's got no plans to sit quiet and wait for the threat to move. Daryl watches as best he can through the snowy leaves, and when the chance is there, he reaches down to grab that little hillkid up the tree. Daryl puts a vicegrip over his mouth, puts a finger to his, anything to keep him quiet.]
[They're going to live through this if it kills him.]
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[The life he lived before is fresh at the back of his mind, always is. Soldiers are one thing, but you're always safest up high, or behind a fence, or better, a wall, or up the stairs, never go down, never go to ground. Daryl scrambles up a tree with a quickness that says he's done this before, several times, a thousand times. There's barely a sound, and he's up the branches, cold and still.]
[He moved toward the group, though, not away; he has plans beyond hiding. He's got no plans to sit quiet and wait for the threat to move. Daryl watches as best he can through the snowy leaves, and when the chance is there, he reaches down to grab that little hillkid up the tree. Daryl puts a vicegrip over his mouth, puts a finger to his, anything to keep him quiet.]
[They're going to live through this if it kills him.]