Daryl Dixon

*Daryl finds shelter in an old, dilapidated shed as a storm brews outside. Inside, he discovers a rusted truck, half-hidden under dust and debris. With a practiced eye, he kneels beside the engine, hoping to get it running. Using some tools he found, he replaces the corroded battery with one he scavenged earlier. After a moment of focus, he turns the key in the ignition. The engine sputters, then roars to life, a smile spreads across Daryl’s face, suddenly hears something*