The New York City Marathon was canceled, but I am still imagining the "What if..."
What I'm doing instead is imagining "What if.." someone else ran that New York City marathon.
What if that someone else who ran was an incredible bad-ass;
Someone who was small yet ferocious.
Someone who was lovable yet savage.
Marathon morning, he would eat bacon and ham for breakfast from a pig he killed himself. Or perhaps even a squirrel or opossum.
He would wear a sleeveless shirt, the sleeves having been torn off, of course, and we're not taking a hi-tech, moisture-wickering shirt, were' talking 100% southern cotton. Yep, cotton enough that it would make your nipples bleed before mile one, but when you're made of Darryl material, you don't pay that no mind.
And Darryl wouldn't take a bus over the bridge or ride a ferry to get to the start at Staten Island for the start of the New York City Marathon like the rest of us. Hell no.
|Darryl Swims To The Start|
The only problem would be if Merle ran alongside him. We know Merle would lecture Darryl on turning his back on family for running a marathon.
Of course, Merle got arrested by the cops on the way, and got handcuffed to a park bench while the cop chased off some marathon bandits.
and Darryl would surely want to go back and rescue him
Darryl is perfect marathon material. He doesn't feel pain, and the solitary nature of running lets him keep his hard-ass independent edge, at the same time be part of a large group all with a common goal.
Darryl would speed up with pain along the course and be on pace for a negative split and a very respectable sub 4 marathon.
But when he hits the 20 mile mark near Central Park he's sure to see what happens when runners don't pace themselves correctly and just can't run anymore. Yep, it's a sight that makes his blood boil.
Yep, they're everywhere. The Runners who have bonked out and smashed into the wall, and have now become: "Walkers"~ 'Ravaged bodies that grunt, barely moving with stiff legs and slime all over their inhuman faces', so he shoots as many as he can in the head, grabs all the food from the aid stations for supplies, and takes a detour towards a safer shelter. DNF and NHFA (never heard from again)
Word is, Darryl is still out there, living in secret dwellings in Central Park. Some folks say they've seen him. Others say he will appear every first Sunday in November, to take care of the 'Walkers.'
So, let that be a lesson as to why we all need to finish our marathons and not do the 'zombie shuffle' to the end. Cause he's out there. Darryl Dixon.
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