[ He's still bloody, especially his clothes and his nailbeds, but Daryl is far from precious about any of that. A flicker of awkwardness crosses him when he realizes this guy doesn't want to participate in the staged activities but neither is he going anywhere. Daryl pauses, giving him a long look in return for the question. ]

Too long. [ He's been counting the months down to the days but he doesn't want it to come off that way. ] It was summer when I showed up. Part of the first batch in a while, judgin' on how the town took the whole thing. Every so often a new unlucky group shows up.