[ The feeds opens to someone who is... clearly a little uncomfortable being on the screen. Daryl sits out in the woods, where he's usually found. He's moody in appearance, a little rough around the edges as he glowers at the screen. He ain't one to really be going doing this sort of thing. But he's been quiet in his thoughts, and careful in what he has to say. People ain't so much used to the idea of not being able to get to the store in this place, but for people like Daryl — he ain't been to the store in a couple of years.

Deerington has... been challenging for him, for the day-to-day mundane things. But he thrives when it all goes to hell. He feels right at home again. ]

From what I heard, this place goes to shit next month. Feels like it ain't gonna be a fun ride, what with the animals going weird. That's a bad sign. They know what's comin'.

[ That's the kind of thing that has him... concerned. If the animals are frightened, and leaving the national park—? Bad shit is coming. ]

Might wanna think about holing up, if you can't make it out here. Ain't no ego thing 'bout it: if you can't handle your shit, stay the hell home. Better being scared and alive than stupid and dead. [ Look, some people suck at fighting or dealing with monsters and stuff. Ain't no shame in that. Maybe try learnin' or somethin'. ] Go get shit from the store, canned stuff. Dry stuff. That sort of shit. If this place is seriously shutting down next month, you ain't gonna be able to get out for your milk and eggs like you're out on some quaint trip to the farmers' market. Forget that shit, get stuff that lasts. Plan your meals like you ain't sure when the next one's coming. Hell, eat dog food if you have to.

[ One day, he's going to feel that last sentence real hard. He gestures flippantly. ]

Get yourself an October Buddy, or whatever you wanna call it. Do what you gotta do to stay alive. It's probably gonna be a free for all, buckle up I guess.

[ Yes, what a great public service announcement, Dixon. But Daryl's expression is serious, his jaw sets for a long moment. People can get desperate. People can do stupid shit. And while he might be giving this advice, he generally doesn't care about these people. That care only really extends to Louis and Clementine.

His voice doesn't even raise with his next words, low-burning anger sits close to the surface in warning. ]

But if any of y'all come to try to steal mine, Louis and Clementine's shit — believe me it ain't gonna the monsters you're gonna be scared of. I'll kill you myself.

[ Happy October...? ]