Daryl was leaning against the wall, staring out into the night when Carol stepped onto the porch. "Go get some rest. I'll take watch," she said, taking her rifle from her back holster.
He took a long piece of grass out of his mouth that he had been chewing on and threw it on the ground. He looked at Carol and then back out into the woods. "I heard a howl earlier. Knock on the window when the sun starts coming up, I want to start tracking as soon as possible. We need something better than these damn beans to eat."
She nodded her head and took a seat in the rocking chair and Daryl grabbed his crossbow and went inside.

Tommy found some old blankets in the silver car and wrapped Merton in them as neatly as he could. He walked around to the back of the shelter, he remembered seeing a shed there. Every window he passed on the building, had zombies on the other side, banging and scratching at the glass. The shed in the back was locked, which would have been a problem for most people but, not a werewolf. He simply grabbed each side of the chain it was on and pulled it apart. The shed was dusty, dark and filled with all kinds of junk. Luckily, it didn't take him long to find what he was looking for – a shovel.
He stopped at a window, watching one particular zombie desperately try to bite him through the window. He stared at the teenage rotting girl while a single tear ran down his cheek. He walked back to the silver car, gripping the handle of the shovel tight. He began furiously digging a hole next to the silver car.

Daryl woke up to the sound of a knock on the window and peered outside to see the sun coming up. He stood up, stretched and ran his hands through his greasy hair. He saw Rick and Carl sitting at the kitchen table. "Heard a wolf last night. Going out to track it, see if I can get us a good meal."
"I'll come with you."
"I track better when I'm alone."
"I've been wanting to scope out the area more. Not to mention, I could learn a thing or two about tracking."
"Fine. Let's go," Daryl said, picking up his crossbow and walked out the door.
"Keep watch while I'm gone, Carl," Rick said and he followed after Daryl. He found Daryl impatiently waiting on the porch, talking to Carol.
"Come on. We ain't got all day."
"We're wasting daylight, I know," Rick said and smiled. He used to hear his father say that all the time.
"I heard it come from the Northwest direction. Stay behind me and be quiet."
Rick obeyed and followed him into the woods, laughing under his breath. It always made him laugh when Daryl tried to take charge. He was a good leader but, Daryl would never admit it himself. He didn't like the attention.
They walked for what seemed like forever when Daryl stopped and crouched down. Rick knew better than to say anything. He crouched down beside Daryl and saw what was intriguing him. It was a print in the dirt but, it certainly wasn't a wolf print. In fact, it didn't look like a print from anything in the animal kingdom. It appeared human but had long claw marks at the end of the toes like a wolf or a dog.
"What could make a print like that?"
Daryl was speechless. He had no earthly idea. "Whatever it is, it's big."
Rick wasn't a coward by any means but, the mystery animal scared him. He could fight and outrun walkers but, could he do the same for a bear? "Maybe we should track something else."
"You scared?" Daryl asked as he began to follow the tracks.
"I think most people experience fear when they're tracking Bigfoot."
Daryl laughed silently, "Big bad sheriff." They began to reach the end of the woods and they saw something moving on the other side. Daryl froze and lifted his crossbow. He slowly stalked towards whatever was moving while trying to focus his aim on the creature. It was hiding behind a silver car. He looked back at Rick and signaled for him to move next to him. Rick swiftly moved to his side, lifting his gun up and pointing it towards the car. They hid behind the last row of trees and watched carefully as the creature stood up and revealed that it wasn't a creature at all but, a man. However, they never let themselves or their weapons relax.
They saw him stand up, lifting a body wrapped in sheets. Then he turned around and placed the body in a hole in the ground. He grabbed a shovel and began to shovel the big pile of dirt into the hole, burying the body. When he finally had put all the dirt in place, he smoothed out the top with care. He grabbed sticks and tied them together with pieces of torn blanket then pushed the grave marker in the ground. The man sat down at the foot of the grave and began to weep. Rick and Daryl exchanged glances, remained hidden behind the trees and listened as he began to talk.
"I'm sorry, Merton. This is my fault. This is all…my fault. Since everything went down, everyone looked to me for answers. I'm a werewolf, not a goddamn savior. You should have been in charge. You're the smart one," The man wiped his face with his arm, grabbed a small black coffin type bag and began to tie it to the cross. "If anyone was going to save the world, it was going to be you. I don't know what to do, Merton. How do I save the world without you?"
Rick shifted his weight, causing the leaves to crunch ever so slightly under his boot. The man stood up, turned around and looked right at them.

Tommy heard movement in the woods. He turned around nervously, expecting zombies. What he found was much worse – people. Living, breathing people, aiming weapons right at him. He realized that he had been wolfed out for almost 24 hours. He had never done that before. He grabbed Merton's trench coat and was planning to run away but, the two men stepped out from the woods, slowly walking towards him. His wolf instincts told him to run but he kept hearing Merton's voice telling him to save the world. Something about those words and these men made him stay.

As Rick and Daryl walked closer towards the man, they realized that maybe they weren't dealing with a man at all. He had hair all over his face, wild wolf-like eyes, fangs and claws. Daryl looked down at the man's feet and realized that those were the prints they had been tracking. They had found Bigfoot or whatever he was. Daryl had never been afraid of anything, except maybe his father and he had the scars to prove why. He had grown up fast and on his own. He didn't have time to be scared. However, this was the first time since he had seen his first walker that fear had taken over him.

Tommy stood his ground. He thought about putting his hands above his head to show the men that he had no ill intentions but, he knew any sort of movement might make them pull the trigger. They could have silver bullets for all he knew. The seconds seemed to last forever. He could see the fear in their eyes so he decided to cut the tension with words. "My name is Tommy Dawkins. I'm a werewolf and I mean you no harm."
"What are you?" The lanky man with the beard asked.
"A Werewolf."
The man titled his head. "Are you trying to make a fool out of me?"
"Do you have another way to explain the way I look? I didn't want to believe it when I got bit either but, werewolves are real. Here's the living proof standing in front of you."
"Who's in the grave?"
"My best friend, Merton. We were in that shelter and zombies took over the place. He got bit and I had to…" Tommy couldn't bring himself to say it out loud.
"I understand. We've all had to do it. Where's the rest of your group?"
"There is nobody else. When we left Pleasantville, we had a group of about 10 of us. We've been running from camp to shelter. Lost a lot of people and seen a lot of shit. It's been Merton and I for a long time," Tommy looked down at the grave. "I don't know where to go or what to do. I want to save the world but, I don't know how to do it on my own."
The bearded man leaned his head towards the other man with the long hair to whisper something. They nodded to each other and the bearded man lowered his gun. The other man kept his crossbow aimed on Tommy. "My name is Rick Grimes and this is Daryl. Our people, we have a set of rules. A code. You can come back to our camp with us if you answer 3 questions."
"Ask away, Rick."