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Daryl Dixon ][ TWD Universe ][ are potato chips worth dying for?

[worn_wings]

The last thing you remember is the ceiling falling in on you, a cacophony of splintering wood, cracking drywall, the low moans of the dead and the viscous drip of what you hope was stagnant rain puddles but was probably liquefied walker. So it goes.

The second-to-last thing you remember is a slightly-dusty but miraculously intact wire shelf full of potato chips. Bags and bags, each one still factory-sealed, half a dozen flavors. You didn't care if they were probably stale. Hell, you didn't care if they were potentially poisonous. It was worth the risk, wasn't it?

In that moment, as the roof caved in, you had to admit-- probably not.

But you're not dead. You are, you think, still in the convenience store, tucked against a wall beneath boarded-up windows, between a bare shelf and a long-dead refrigerated case, the floor too dusty to be sticky anymore. You can tell your wrists are tied behind your back, but not really much more than that.

A little ways off you can see a guy rifling through the cigarette case behind the counter. His hair is too long, his arms are bare, generally speaking he's filthy (but who isn't these days), and he's got a big fucking crossbow on his shoulder.

No sign of the potato chips, though.