"Yeah. Thought I'd been found by someone and dragged here when I woke up," he agreed. Just not going to mention the part where Jesus had died first. "Know I got bit, though."
He took a deep breath, then reached down and tugged the edge of his pant leg up to show his ankle and the bite scar, "That cain't have healed naturally. I lost half the muscle there. Shouldn't be walking."
Daryl let the jeans drop back down, hiding the sight. Took another deep breath, rubbed at his nose and waved a hand around, "Let's see if we can find a room with some clothes in 'em. Want out of this shit. Gonna burn it."
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He took a deep breath, then reached down and tugged the edge of his pant leg up to show his ankle and the bite scar, "That cain't have healed naturally. I lost half the muscle there. Shouldn't be walking."
Daryl let the jeans drop back down, hiding the sight. Took another deep breath, rubbed at his nose and waved a hand around, "Let's see if we can find a room with some clothes in 'em. Want out of this shit. Gonna burn it."
Because fuck Dwight, that's why.