[ Jesus knows Daryl won't take to the order - because that's what it is, an order - well, but it is what it is. He reaches the road again with about a minute to spare before he needs to be, practically invisible in the shadowed woods. He's alert and attentive and when the car passes by he
slinks back further out of sight instinctively. He recognizes the people in the car - two men and a woman. All of them have been to Hilltop at least once. Saviors--they're driving slow enough he holds his breath like they can hear it, heartbeat pounding in his ears. Then the car stops. He's invisible from the road, he knows he is, but his blood runs cold anyway. They're far enough away from him that when the woman gets out and looks at the edge of the road where it peters off into dirt he realizes that it's the tracks.
It's the fucking trail the bike left in their retreat.
Right. Okay. Well, they need to bail. So yeah, there might be some trampling. Jesus is quicker and quieter and knows where to go and now that Daryl is walking the bike it's less likely to leave discernible traces. He doesn't stop moving until he can see Daryl, see the bike. Fourteen minutes and forty-nine seconds. ]
Daryl.
[ It's a barely audible hiss and it's not clear where he is until he just is. Visible, whole, but worried and tight. ]
no subject
slinks back further out of sight instinctively. He recognizes the people in the car - two men and a woman. All of them have been to Hilltop at least once. Saviors--they're driving slow enough he holds his breath like they can hear it, heartbeat pounding in his ears. Then the car stops. He's invisible from the road, he knows he is, but his blood runs cold anyway. They're far enough away from him that when the woman gets out and looks at the edge of the road where it peters off into dirt he realizes that it's the tracks.
It's the fucking trail the bike left in their retreat.
Right. Okay. Well, they need to bail. So yeah, there might be some trampling. Jesus is quicker and quieter and knows where to go and now that Daryl is walking the bike it's less likely to leave discernible traces. He doesn't stop moving until he can see Daryl, see the bike. Fourteen minutes and forty-nine seconds. ]
Daryl.
[ It's a barely audible hiss and it's not clear where he is until he just is. Visible, whole, but worried and tight. ]
Saviors. Coming this way but slow.