[It feels strange, fending only for himself. Aaron's never truly been alone on the outside - even before Alexandria, it was always him and Eric. They've been together through everything, and the thought of never seeing him again hurts worse than the hunger pangs.
He has to try not to worry too much. What matters now is surviving long enough to get back to him.
But things are working out better today. He finds an apparently untouched house, with a bunch of fresh fruit sitting right out in the open. It seems a little too good to be true, honestly. How long has this place been abandoned? He squeezes an apple, then sniffs it cautiously. Well...he's relying on food he finds in this place anyway; it probably all has a roughly equal chance of being tampered with. Starving himself won't help anything.
He starts stuffing the fruit into his pack, only to jerk his head up at the sound of someone else entering the room. Aaron's hand goes automatically to the knife at his hip. But it's a person. Not a roamer, not a monster, just another person stranded here like him. So after a second, he carefully lifts both hands so they're visible - not going for his weapon, see?]
Hi. [He offers a cautious smile.] Let me guess, you're looking for food too?
Aaron | The Walking Dead (tv show edition)
[It feels strange, fending only for himself. Aaron's never truly been alone on the outside - even before Alexandria, it was always him and Eric. They've been together through everything, and the thought of never seeing him again hurts worse than the hunger pangs.
He has to try not to worry too much. What matters now is surviving long enough to get back to him.
But things are working out better today. He finds an apparently untouched house, with a bunch of fresh fruit sitting right out in the open. It seems a little too good to be true, honestly. How long has this place been abandoned? He squeezes an apple, then sniffs it cautiously. Well...he's relying on food he finds in this place anyway; it probably all has a roughly equal chance of being tampered with. Starving himself won't help anything.
He starts stuffing the fruit into his pack, only to jerk his head up at the sound of someone else entering the room. Aaron's hand goes automatically to the knife at his hip. But it's a person. Not a roamer, not a monster, just another person stranded here like him. So after a second, he carefully lifts both hands so they're visible - not going for his weapon, see?]
Hi. [He offers a cautious smile.] Let me guess, you're looking for food too?