Thrown squirrel 1 : Daryl : [In person]
[If you’re passing through the entrance hall, you may well run into Daryl. Crossbow out and ready to fire, his footsteps are careful and quiet as he enters the Manor cautiously. He’s quick to realise that this isn’t the abandoned house he walked into, due to the fact it looks cleaner and more lived in than it should do. He lowers his weapon, but only slightly as he looks up and around the place. There are sounds from the upper floors, but he’s not too concerned with them right now; if they’re walkers, he can avoid them, or kill them if need be. If they’re survivors, well, that’d be a preferable change.
One by one, he checks the nearby rooms, staying as quiet as he can while he does so. He finds the kitchen pretty soon, and as tempting as it is to throw down his crossbow and help himself to whatever’s on offer, he knows he has to check the whole house over before making himself comfortable. Though a thought does pass his mind]
Sophia? You in here?
[He figures a lost kid would find a kitchen pretty quick, but when he gets nothing in response, after a moment he heads out again, planning to get up to the first floor.]
One by one, he checks the nearby rooms, staying as quiet as he can while he does so. He finds the kitchen pretty soon, and as tempting as it is to throw down his crossbow and help himself to whatever’s on offer, he knows he has to check the whole house over before making himself comfortable. Though a thought does pass his mind]
Sophia? You in here?
[He figures a lost kid would find a kitchen pretty quick, but when he gets nothing in response, after a moment he heads out again, planning to get up to the first floor.]