"Who the hell are you?"
Daryl eyed the unfamiliar Asian man in front of him with confusion. The guy had just saved his life—if not for him, Daryl would've been walker food.
"I'm new here," the man replied calmly, reaching out a hand. "Name's Jason."
Daryl looked at the hand for a second, then put away his crossbow and turned without a word, walking off in his usual gruff silence.
"Uh... okay then," Duan muttered, watching him leave, completely baffled.
Jason just waved it off. "That's just how he is. He's not big on small talk."
Turning back to the rest of the group, Jason said, "Alright, let's clean this up. Someone help bury the body—we don't need the smell drawing more walkers."
Everyone got to work. T grabbed a shovel and started digging a shallow grave nearby. Rick and Sean lifted the zombie's body, tossed it into the pit, and helped cover it up with dirt.
The early-morning scare left a bitter taste in everyone's mouth, but there was no time to sulk. There was work to do and a day to get through.
Sean was assigned the job of driving out to refill the camp's supply of drinkable water.
"Hey, there's fish in the lake out back," said a cheerful voice behind Jason. "Want to come fishing with us?"
Jason turned and found himself looking at a blonde woman with a bright smile. She looked familiar.
"You're... Amy?" he guessed.
She nodded, eyes squinting as she smiled. "Yup, Andrea's my sister."
In the original TV series, Amy was considered the sweetheart of the group—kind-hearted, pretty, and full of life. It was a shame she died too soon.
Jason smirked. "I'd be honored to go fishing with a beautiful woman."
Ding! — Random Skill Update: Hawkeye Observation Activated!
Hawkeye?
Jason froze. What the hell? I'm supposed to be Zoro, not Clint Barton...
Suddenly, his eyes tingled. It felt like a lens had been added over his vision—uncomfortable, but brief. When it cleared, the world looked... sharper.
Movements slowed slightly, just enough for him to notice details he normally wouldn't. It was like watching life in high definition, frame by frame.
So this is what an eagle sees, Jason realized. No wonder they never miss.
"Helloooo?" Amy waved her hand in front of his face. "You coming or not?"
Jason blinked, snapped out of it. "Yeah, yeah—just give me a sec."
He gently pulled his arm free from her grasp. "I need to grab something. You go ahead. I'll catch up."
Amy paused, a little dazed by the hand-touch, her cheeks turning pink. She bit her lip, looked at her hand, and walked off toward the lake without another word—though her thoughts were clearly running wild.
Meanwhile, Jason grabbed a knife and headed toward a patch of nearby trees. He picked out a sturdy branch and quickly crafted a makeshift harpoon by sharpening one end and tying a rope to it. A little rough, but it'd get the job done.
"Jason! Just the guy I wanted to see."
Morgan walked up with a rifle slung over one shoulder and a shotgun over the other, a wide grin on his face.
"Daryl and I are heading out for a hunt. If all goes well, we're eating good tonight."
Jason raised an eyebrow. "You two teaming up, huh? Didn't see that coming. Alright, just be careful. I'd rather skip dinner than lose a teammate."
Morgan nodded. "Got it. We'll be back before sunset."
Jason watched them head out toward the forest. So far, no one in the group had been injured—and he intended to keep it that way.