Inside the R.V. Andrea sat trying hopelessly to put her gun back together while further in the caravan Carol cried herself to sleep over her lost daughter. On the ground laid Daryl staring at Carol as she sobbed. Rose was sitting across from Andrea watching the three humans all making their designated sounds.

Daryl sighed going up onto his elbows then standing up to pull his crossbow over himself. "I'm walk the road, look for the girl." He said hushed then looked back at Carol.

"Can I come?" Rose asked standing up walking towards him as he made his way to the door. "I mean Rick said I should contribute something maybe I could be an extra pair of eyes."

Daryl gave a curt nod and pushed the R.V. door open and walked onto the road. "I'm going for a walk. Shine some light maybe the girl will see it."

"You think that's a good idea right now?" Dale stared down at the two.

"We'll be fine." Rose smiled up at him and walked passed Daryl leading the way.

Daryl was quick to match her pace. "Surprised you offered to come with saying as you were scared out of your wits earlier." He dug into his pocket and pulled out a knife. "And the fact you came unarmed means you are highly uneducated about the apocalypse."

Instead of being embarrassed she chuckled as she took the knife. "I want to help. I want to prove to everyone I'm just some girl you picked up." She looked at him. "Which I want to thank you for."

"You're lucky I was nice enough to. I usually wouldn't do things like that." He replied. She stared at the ground and if it was light out he would have been able to see the blush that crept to her face. "We both have lost brothers huh?"

"How's did yours die?" she asked.

Daryl shook his head. "He didn't. Your precious sheriff Rick handcuffed him to a roof and left him there as walker bait. My big brother knew better and cut off his hand to safe himself."

Rose looked at him with sad eyes. "That's awful. My brother got bitten."

"You don't know that." He grunted. "You could find him. Maybe he went for help."

She shook her head. "I'm sorry but he most likely got bitten."

"You're not very optimistic are you?" Daryl chuckled kicked the dirt under his feet.

"Depends on the situation." She replied. "You really think we're going to find Sophia?"

He shined his flashlight on her face. "You got that look on your face same as everybody else. What the hell's wrong with you people? We just started looking."

"Well, do you?" she asked again slightly hurt by his changed personality.

"It ain't the mountains of Tibet. It's Georgia. She could be hold up in a farmhouse somewhere." He paused looking around. "People get lost and they survive. It happens all the time."

"She's only twelve." Rose pointed out.

Daryl rolled his eyes. "Hell, I was younger than her and I got lost. Nine days in the woods, eating berries, wipin' my ass with poison oak."

She looked at him raising an eyebrow. "They found you?"

"My old man was off on a bender with some waitress. Merle was doing another stint in juvie. Didn't even know I was gone." He trailed off. "I made my way back though. Went straight into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. No worse for wear. Except my ass itched something awful."

She laughed trying to stifle it. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that is a terrible story."

He laughed along with her, but suddenly stopped a serious demeanor taking over his expression. "The only difference is Sophia's got people looking for her. I call that an advantage."

They continued to walk there footsteps making little noise and the quitting of talking made the crickets behind the trees so much louder, the owls hooting so much more clearly, and the rustling of leaves so much scarier. "What was that?" Rose whispered grabbing Daryl's arm and hiding behind him.

He raised his crossbow shining his light towards the noise. "Be quiet." He hissed walking down a small bump in the landscape with her hot on his heels for safety. He brought his crossbow higher as an orange tent came into view. "What the hell?" he questioned approaching a tree where the rustling was coming from.

A walker was hanging from a rope gagging as he tried to get to Rose and Daryl. "Got bit. Fever hit. World gone to shit. Might as well quit." Daryl read off the suicide note. "Dumbass didn't know enough to shoot himself in the head. Turned himself into a big swinging piece of bait, and a mess." Behind him Rose groaned. "You alright?"

"Trying not to puke." She replied putting her hands on her knees.

"Go ahead if you gotta." Daryl added staring up at the hanging walker.

"No I'm fine." She pressed her hand to her forehead. "Let's just talk about something else for a minute. How'd you learn to shoot?"

"Gotta eat." His eyes remained glued to the walker. "That's one thing these walkers and us have in common. I guess it's the closest he's been to food since he turned. Look at him, hanging up there like a big piñata." He shined the light on his chewed off legs. "The other geeks came and ate all the flesh off his legs."

Rose gagged and vomited on the leafy ground. She coughed and looked at him. "I thought we were changing the subject." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Call that payback for laughing about my itchy ass." He gave her a smirk.

"There wasn't a lot that came up." She sighed wiping her hand on her pants.

Daryl stared up at the walker. "Huh. Let's head back." He said and turned around.

"Aren't you gonna…" she trailed off shining her flashlight on the walker.

"No," he shook his head. "He ain't hurtin' nobody. Ain't gonna waste an arrow either. He made his choice. Opted out. Let him hang." He said and turned back around.

Rose stared up at the walker with suspicious as she itched closer to it. Why would he just hang himself knowing when he'd die he would turn into…into those things? "You want to live now or not?" Daryl's voice said from behind her and she turned to look at him. "It's just a question."

"An answer for an arrow." She said glancing at the walker then back to Daryl. "Fair?" He nodded. "I don't know if I want to live or if I have to or if it's just a habit."

"Not much of an answer." Daryl raised his crossbow and shot the walker straight in the head. "Waste of an arrow."

Rose stared up at the limp walker then turned to run after Daryl fear creeping in her system. "I guess I'm afraid to die because I know once I do everything will be gone. The sun on my face, feeling happy or scared or whatever it will all be gone." She said catching up to him. "A philosopher once said death is just a long sleep you never wake up from. It doesn't sound so harmful does it? But maybe I don't want to sleep forever. Maybe I love living and knowing I'll be nothing after I die scares me."

Daryl gave her a small smile as the climbed up the hill leading to the highway. "I guess that arrow wasn't much of a waste after all." He said helping her over the ledge.

"But death seems like the most peaceful thing nowadays." She said stumbling onto the road. "I don't want to be ripped apart by those things. Living in fear every day like today might be your last day makes me not so afraid of dying." She smiled at his frowned face. "But I want to live because I have hope one day that I'll see someone running out screaming there's a cure or something good. Somehow this will all be over and that keeps me alive inside and makes me want to stay alive on the outside too."

The R.V. door slammed closed and Daryl and Rose both watch as Carol disappeared into it. Daryl sighed before opening it up and going into it himself. Rose looked up at Dale sadly and went into the R.V. too.