The man hadn't touched him, which Glenn had found a little surprising. The last time he had been held captive had been at Terminus and his death had been eminent until Carol intervened. The time before had been at Woodbury where he was assaulted and nearly killed by a walker while taped to a chair. This time was confusing.

Daniel was standing in front of the door again, though his gun was holstered for the moment, and he was speaking calmly about how they could proceed. "You seem surprised that we haven't tortured you for information. No one has been beaten, the girl is fine too. We don't believe in hurting people. We just want the information you have. We want to know where your community is so we can go there."

"Why?" That was the thing that Glenn didn't understand. If they were just looking for a place to call home, why kidnap people to get them to talk? How did Liz end up dead if they didn't want to cause harm?

"We just want a safe place, and it looks like you have one." Daniel chuckled, "Most of the people that pass through? We stop them, have a little chat and they keep moving on. They're like us; dirty, hungry, desperate for some stability. We have stability here, but there are few of us and most don't have the skills to last in the wilderness. Most of us came from D.C. We worked in white-collar jobs, had nice apartments, took the Metro to work instead of driving, and bought all our food pre-packaged at the local supermarkets. We didn't need to know how to survive like this. Now we do."

Glenn stared at him for a long time, "But why should we tell you? Why would we want you there, living in our neighborhood, if you are kidnappers?"

"I can't give you a good answer for that. I know you come from good people though; survivors. They came looking for you." Daniel shrugged, "We didn't have time to reset our trap before they found it and left again. More came the next day. Looking for you. Your people must care about the members of your group, beyond what you can do for one another. We want that too. We can bring that, I suppose. We aren't all bad."

"Liz might disagree." Glenn was glad to hear that someone was looking for them, but it worried him that they were being watched. It would make it harder for them to find the run team without being caught. If this group became impatient, or desperate, they might break their promises about not harming anyone.

"And I've apologized for that already. We really don't shoot first, and we only defend what is ours, or ourselves. That is why it would be better for you to talk now, before your would-be rescuers find us all and start a fight." Daniel gestured toward the window, where the light was becoming dim again, "I don't like making threats, and you can probably see that I'm pretty bad at following through on them anyway, but think about your friends out there. They could be safe and warm, instead of being in the cold woods where there are roamers and all sorts of other dangers."

Glenn shook his head, "We don't do things this way."

"Do what?"

"Bring people into the community." Glenn sighed, "There is a process for recruiting people. They're watched, evaluated, and then sometimes approached to come back with the recruiters. When my group was brought in it was called an audition, but it was like an interview." He frowned and looked toward the window, hoping that Maggie was safe. "Grabbing us like you did? That isn't a good way to audition for a welcome."

Daniel listened, nodding, "I understand, but that is still the only thing we want from you people. You have safety, and you could save all of the people here. We aren't that many, and we don't need that much. We just want a chance to survive like humans again."

Beth was cold, but she kept her mouth shut and followed Carol's directions. They had driven close enough to see buildings through the trees, and then walked into the small town. Nothing living had been moving, and they cleared the handful of walkers they had crossed paths with. It kept them quiet and careful as they started exploring and searching for signs of other people. There was no sign of the van or other working vehicles, and Beth felt that there wasn't much hope of finding the team here, but she did what was told anyway.

She hoped that Maggie was having better luck, and was about to say something to Carl when Daryl held up a hand to get their attention. "Do you hear that?"

Everyone froze in place to listen as hard as they could, looks of concentration upon their faces. There was a distant sound, and Beth smiled as she realized that it was a vehicle coming along the road in their direction. They were near an open storefront, and Daryl waved them all inside, before ducking around the door frame to hide from view. Without all of the sounds of a living society noise traveled further so they had a few minutes before the vehicle came into view.

Beth jerked forward, Daryl's quick grasp of her arm keeping her from darting into the street. It was the run team's van, and they couldn't see the driver, but Daryl could guess that it wasn't being driven by one of their friends. He hissed and Beth stopped moving. "Ain't them."

She frowned at him and shook his arm off, but nodded and stepped back again. Carol touched her shoulder briefly, exchanging a look with Daryl before looking to Carl. The boy nodded, already understanding what they wanted. He got Beth's attention and they moved further into the store.

"If he's right we can't let them see us, and if he's wrong? They would be headed for home and someone would call us to let us know when they got there. Better to be hidden, right?" Carl picked up the empty packaging for some batteries before tossing it back on the shelf. The store had been picked over, more than once he thought, and he couldn't see anything they could use.

"Right. I just reacted without thinking." Beth sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I wish I could be so calm like they are, but I keep worrying about what Tara is going through right now. What if she's hurt?"

Carl turned, catching Beth's eyes, "She'll be okay. If not right this minute, she will be again when we find her. You'll be there for her, no matter what, right?"

Beth nodded, "I will. No matter what."

"Good." He gestured toward the front of the store where Carol was waving to get their attention, "At least we know we're going in the right direction. Maybe it won't be much longer before we find the team."

Carol handed them their packs again, "We're going to head in the direction the van was coming from, but off the road a little and on foot. In case they are watching." She glanced at Daryl and he nodded before leaving the store. "I'll take the rear, if you're ready?"

Beth took a deep breath, "We're ready."