Daryl had put his crossbow over his shoulders knife now in hand as he watched to see a man so familiar to him. He growls > Philip Blake. >

< silently under his breathe. “Martinez..” He thought in his mind as he moves farther into the shadows of the building. He > Philip Blake. >

< watched him and the two men he was with as his eyes quickly go down to the dead walker that he had killed on the ground. [Philip Blake.]

He glances down at @littlekenzieZ. “Yea, kiddo?”

Daryl looked at the dead walker he had killed on the ground, before he saw the light of the flashlight coming his way. > Philip Blake. >

< he sinked into the shadows as he watched the three men continue on, till one noticed the walker. [Philip Blake.]

Daryl watched the shine of the flashlight go to his opposite side as his eyes quickly went back towards Philip Blake. now. He heard >

< footsteps coming his way as he moves some sliding his arrow into his bolt holder. Slowly he slides his crossbow around his >Philip Blake.>

< shoulders before un-sheathing his knife. Watching Mitch’s back turn towards his hiding spot a low smirk crossed his > Philip Blake. >

< lips as he got up quickly and his arm wrapping around Mitch’s neck the cold steel blade against the five o’clock > Philip Blake. >

< shadow Mitch had. [Philip Blake.]

@Wanderer_Dawn || Sure! :)

@Wanderer_Dawn || now. If you like.

Daryl just watched pressing the cold blade to Mitch’s neck even more. “Lookie here, Philip Blake..” Daryl smirks as he spoke. “Don’t >

< remember me? Huh?“ An angered look came across Daryl’s face as he spoke. ”Sure ya do. Ya let Governor kill m’brother. > Philip Blake. >

< attack th’prison. What else?“ Daryl didn’t loosen the knife from Mitch’s neck. ”Ya jerk ‘r move. Ya neck is getting > Philip Blake. >

< sliced. Ya understand me?“ His baby blue eyes cut back up to the flashlight in which Philip Blake. was holding of course.

Daryl shook his head. “Man, ‘m not lookin’ for th’Governor. He slides the knife gently of Mitch’s neck and shoved him into > Philip Blake. >

< Pete. “What happened, happened. Ya were ‘part of it. Bu’ I ain’t here t’kill ya. Scavengin’.” He said as he slides his > Philip Blake. >

< Bowie Hunting knife back into it’s Sheath. “Ya don’t need t’worry, Sunshine.” [Philip Blake.]