[This is a short novella containing elements of The Walking Dead a few days or weeks after Daryl...
The Bowman [The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon FF novella]
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[This is a short novella containing elements of The Walking Dead a few days or weeks after Daryl Dixon lost his bow in S6e6 Always Accountable, he picks up a trail of Dwight and sets out to get some revenge and to get his damn precious bow back ]
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Part 1 Daryl
It was coming down real hard and fast and wet, the only way it does, when it rains, these days. Daryl wondered how the rain tasted before all this. He couldn't remember, a memory, a blur or just a notion would appear, but he'd have a hard time forming a clear thought. He did not have his bow with him, so that didn't help with the thinking. And thinking about Dwight and the fact that he had the bow, didn't help at all.
Daryl was wearing his leather jacket and covering it with his poncho. He was feeling extra sentimental about his stuff after he lost one of his. Rick saw him leaving like and asked about it. Daryl just waved it off and said it was cold. Rick knew and smiled his hard bearded smile and said nothing. And he just wanted Daryl to be careful. Daryl said he would be, but he couldn't guarantee anything, since he was going out hunting and all.
The rain was coming down hard and it was already dark. It wasn't pitch black, but really dark and Daryl could still see. He has good eyes, hunter's eyes, so the darkness doesn't count for him at least.
He had caught a wiff of Dwight's trail and went out to get some old fashioned revenge. After he retrieved his bow. Then finish the job, and get his revenge. And make Dwight feel sorry.
He skulked though leaves and green and trees and killed a walker, deadly and silently and quick with a knife, and he layed the corpse down and went skulking again. He was one with nature, ever since he was a kid really. He was a natural at hunting in nature, hence the bow. He loved the artistic oldschool vibe of it, the ancient warrior with their arrows and resetting of the bow and then launching and hitting and killing. It all really thrilled Daryl in his deepest veins.
Water drops fell on his long hair and he brushed some hairstrands aside, and water dampened his poncho and made his other clothing soaky and he got slowed down by the water. He sat beside a tree to pick up the trail again and rest at the same time. Multitasking.
He was getting hungry and hadn't eaten anything since he left Alexandria and the rest. 'No food, need to get Dwight', Daryl thought.
He wanted to check his bow, some routine checks just before killing Dwight. But his bow was not with him, habits die hard. He grinned to himself and lit one up, very carefully, covering the light of the fire of the lighter and smoking conservatively, to stay stealthy.
A few minutes past, about 3 or 4 and he put it out, the cigarette. And he stood up and went out hunting some more. He picked up the trail and saw multiple footsteps. He continued on and the rain did so as well. Then he stopped and for a really good reason. He found a herd of Walkers, feeding on a few animals and a corpse. He immediatly looked for his bow, it wasn't there. Thank god.
'But was the corpse, Dwight? Sure hope, not, I need to pay him back, in full,' Daryl thought.
Daryl breathed in and out and went around the herd, via the trees to stay hidden and get the hell away from them, deeper in the forest and away from the Walkers.
Then he tripped over a dark oaky branch, he slipped and he fell. A Walker spotted him. Daryl made a face and did not have his bow.
[Like this writing?
check out my other stories Casual Post Apocalyptic Friday (Original Work) [Second Arc ongoing] , A Simple Soldier's Return (Original Work) and Alone (Original work) , these are story threads by me on this forum]
Part 1 Daryl
It was coming down real hard and fast and wet, the only way it does, when it rains, these days. Daryl wondered how the rain tasted before all this. He couldn't remember, a memory, a blur or just a notion would appear, but he'd have a hard time forming a clear thought. He did not have his bow with him, so that didn't help with the thinking. And thinking about Dwight and the fact that he had the bow, didn't help at all.
Daryl was wearing his leather jacket and covering it with his poncho. He was feeling extra sentimental about his stuff after he lost one of his. Rick saw him leaving like and asked about it. Daryl just waved it off and said it was cold. Rick knew and smiled his hard bearded smile and said nothing. And he just wanted Daryl to be careful. Daryl said he would be, but he couldn't guarantee anything, since he was going out hunting and all.
The rain was coming down hard and it was already dark. It wasn't pitch black, but really dark and Daryl could still see. He has good eyes, hunter's eyes, so the darkness doesn't count for him at least.
He had caught a wiff of Dwight's trail and went out to get some old fashioned revenge. After he retrieved his bow. Then finish the job, and get his revenge. And make Dwight feel sorry.
He skulked though leaves and green and trees and killed a walker, deadly and silently and quick with a knife, and he layed the corpse down and went skulking again. He was one with nature, ever since he was a kid really. He was a natural at hunting in nature, hence the bow. He loved the artistic oldschool vibe of it, the ancient warrior with their arrows and resetting of the bow and then launching and hitting and killing. It all really thrilled Daryl in his deepest veins.
Water drops fell on his long hair and he brushed some hairstrands aside, and water dampened his poncho and made his other clothing soaky and he got slowed down by the water. He sat beside a tree to pick up the trail again and rest at the same time. Multitasking.
He was getting hungry and hadn't eaten anything since he left Alexandria and the rest. 'No food, need to get Dwight', Daryl thought.
He wanted to check his bow, some routine checks just before killing Dwight. But his bow was not with him, habits die hard. He grinned to himself and lit one up, very carefully, covering the light of the fire of the lighter and smoking conservatively, to stay stealthy.
A few minutes past, about 3 or 4 and he put it out, the cigarette. And he stood up and went out hunting some more. He picked up the trail and saw multiple footsteps. He continued on and the rain did so as well. Then he stopped and for a really good reason. He found a herd of Walkers, feeding on a few animals and a corpse. He immediatly looked for his bow, it wasn't there. Thank god.
'But was the corpse, Dwight? Sure hope, not, I need to pay him back, in full,' Daryl thought.
Daryl breathed in and out and went around the herd, via the trees to stay hidden and get the hell away from them, deeper in the forest and away from the Walkers.
Then he tripped over a dark oaky branch, he slipped and he fell. A Walker spotted him. Daryl made a face and did not have his bow.
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