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[For those who know him- and his story- it should come as no surprise that Daryl's face pops up on the network now, backlit with a hazy, mid-morning sky, bare branches, and a landscape that's probably unfamiliar to everyone but him. And he doesn't look happy: hair damp and clinging to skin already streaked with dirt, his expression probably says it all-

Welcome to my world.

But just in case it doesn't (and for those who haven't heard about this crap yet):]

It's the brain. Only way to put 'em down. Don't let 'em grab you, don't let 'em scratch you, don't let 'em bite you. Hell, don't let 'em anywhere near you if you can help it. [He scowls.] ...Easier said than done since we're crammed in here like a bunch of damn sardines- [never before has Wonderland made him feel more like an ant trapped under a magnifying glass........] -so I'm gonna say it again: Brain.

[If he seems more annoyed than anything else, it's because he is; this is business as usual for him, but just like back home there are people here he cares about, people who don't deserve this shit. That's his main concern. This won't last forever, but he'd like to keep the horrible deaths to a minimum if at all possible...]

Got some stuff out here, y'all can come find me if you need it-- [He pauses, and for a fleeting second considers making an apology... But the moment passes without one. Anyone wanting to ream him out for bringing this hell to Wonderland can do so when it's over- ain't no time for in-fighting unless someone don't got a pulse.] Out by the water, where the beach used to be. Don't got too many of 'em over here yet... [And of course as soon as the words leave his mouth, a figure shuffles into view of his camera, drawn, no doubt, by Daryl's deep and enduring love for the things.....

The feed ends there. DARYL SMASH.]

[[ooc: HIT HIM UP HERE VIA VIDEO OR ACTION IDK. He's at the quarry area now, but he'll go wherever he's needed. He has a stockpile of crap with him so if you wanna grab something from him there's that. Also walker-exterminating lessons, those are also a thing.

ALSO. This is a catchall, so if there's something you wanna do with him on a day other than the first day, just specify that and I'll roll with it! He'll be roaming so feel free to assume he's wherever you want/need him to be!]]

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_{[It occurs to him that instead of sports games and the odd camping trip, this must have been what John had been teaching his other kids. Not how to fix cars, but how to get by. How to take what you know and put it toward surviving, really surviving, ducking monsters and figuring how to get by in a bad situation.

In the moment, he hates John, he really hates him for leaving him to suffer like he had in the Cage and then to flounder like this, still as helpless as the oblivious kid who'd walked into Zachariah's trap all those years ago.]}

Thanks. _{[He looks over the camp from behind Daryl's shoulder.]} For doing this.

_{[It's all he can think to say. He'd been dead weight to his family, so the fact that a stranger has already gone this far to watch out for him is beyond comprehension.]}

[For all the hell his own father'd put him through, Daryl'd have to acknowledge that without the skills he'd taught him and Merle- along with the belt or a fist, more often than not- he wouldn't have lasted as long as he had back home. Or here, for that matter. He supposes he owes the old man at least some gratitude, though he's long since come to terms with the fact that his upbringing wasn't... Quite right. There's no use denying it, it just is what it is.

Whatever, though, he's prepared for this and so it doesn't even occur to him to leave everybody else hanging, especially not a damn kid. And so he grunts in response to the thanks as he steps over a concealed trip wire, motions for Adam to do the same.]

Any of 'em step on that and we'll hear 'em.

[Oh so gracious at accepting gratitude...]

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