[So some fanboy got sucked over here wearing his Superman costume. Great. That was gonna be awkward when they needed to stop ta take shits once this thing got going. And take way too long, too, with a onesie like that.

Daryl set the mirror to hover near him while he took apart a dead animal. Smaller than he liked, no good for long term eating, but could make a decent stew if they found some tubers or some shit to toss in with it. The skin was better used for short term leather. No real ability to tan nothing where they were at, but it'd last long enough to get them through a few weeks at least. Maybe make a nice shoulder stole or something like it to help keep them warm.]

Still think I mighta gotten bit and fallen into a fever dream. But seein' as how I ain't ever heard of no one else hallucinatin' like this after they got bit, it might have ta be real. Sure am hungry enough for it. Other'n'that...

Nope.