The darkness of the shed seemed even more frightening that night for some reason. There weren't any windows to let the light of the moon sink in, and the wood was really old so every time a gust of wind blew past you could hear the boards creak. It was light enough, however, that you could see the various tools and cleaning supplies scattered around, most likely left by the previous inhabitants. Thankfully, it looked nothing like the barn at the St. John's residence, which had to have been the most disgusting display Clementine had ever seen.

Speaking of Clementine, she and Daryl sat silent in the darkness – Daryl fiddling around with his crossbow, Clementine with her arms hugging her knees close to her chest.

"Well, this is a mighty fine mess we're in," Daryl commented dryly.

The girl nodded slightly, but said nothing. Her arm still hurt like hell, but not quite as much as it had originally. She knew that if it didn't get treated soon though, it would only get worse. And that's something she couldn't afford. After all, she had seen firsthand that trying to cut off your arm didn't always work with people. Just ask Lee.

"Do you think everyone else is alright? Do you think they're… safe?"

Daryl looked over at Clementine and saw a mix of emotions. Fear. Anxiety. Hopelessness. But above all, she saw exhaustion. They all were tired really, but this world had taken her childhood and tossed it into the flames. There was no longer that happy-go-lucky child he had first seen when they met in that forest months ago. But none of this was due to maturity. This was due to the harsh reality that whatever they did was dangerous, and that every moment was a matter of life and death. Clementine was becoming more of a survivalist than a kid at this point. It was kind of sad, actually.

"I don't know," Daryl replied honestly. There was no way of finding out unless they happened to come across each other. "But we have to focus on protecting ourselves, alright? We can't let worrying about them distract us from surviving."

"So we're just going to give up looking for them?" Clementine asked, astonished that Daryl was saying this.

"Clem…"

"No! They've gotta be around somewhere! Rick and Carl and Michonne and…"

Another gust of wind blew by, startling the two of them as the boards creaked around them. This was getting ridiculous. The two of them were out here stranded in the freezing cold night, stuck in a shed that smelled like shit and could easily be overrun by walkers at any given moment.

"Even if we could track them, we'd be like sitting ducks out in the open. Our best bet is to head out to Washington once those bastards have fixed you up."

Clementine bit her lip, and wondered whether or not Daryl would be too keen on the idea. "Have you ever thought about, I don't know, staying with these guys? Or at least asking to stay?"

"Hasn't exactly crossed my mind, no. I don't trust these people."

Clementine then muttered, "More like you don't trust Kenny…"

She hadn't meant for Daryl to catch on, but he did. "The guy's delusional, Clem – totally psychotic and unpredictable. He's gonna get somebody killed."

"You don't know him like I do, Daryl! He's not a bad guy! Sure he's made some bad choices, but he's doing the best he can!" Clementine protested, folding her arms over her chest.

Daryl shook his head in disagreement. "I know he's your friend and all, but I've seen guys like him before,"

"Where?" Clementine demanded.

"I grew up with 'em. Hell, I used to be like him too. Act first, think later. Didn't you tell me that he smashed that old guy's face in with a salt lick?"

Meanwhile, outside, everyone (including Kenny) had gone off to bed. They had put the fire out to prevent attracting any walkers that may have come by.

But nobody noticed the small army of undead beings crawling up to the surface of the water, hungry for fresh meat to chew on.

"I'm getting you patched up tomorrow, kid, and then I'm leaving for Washington right after. Now are you coming with me or not?" Daryl had just given the ultimatum, hoping that Clementine would cave. All she had to do was say yes and they'd be back on the road.

She mulled it over for a bit, and was about to give her answer until…

"Wragghhhh!" came an eerily creepy voice, and Clementine screamed as a walker grabbed onto her leg. Daryl quickly sprang into action and went to aim for a shot, but realized the angle was too off. If he tried to shoot it would hit Clementine instead.

There was no time to lose. Daryl frantically searched around the shed for anything that Clementine could use to kill the monster with, but the only thing he could find was a block of wood. He tossed it to the girl, and Clementine began beating the walker outside the head just before he was about to sink his teeth into her neck.

The blows were only slowing the beast down, so Clementine tried to squirm away to break free. Pushing with her left leg, she moved backwards on the floor and continued to hit with the wood. All of a sudden, the wood snapped in two and fell uselessly to the floor, and the walker clambered on top of Clementine, who screamed in horror again.

She was so sure that this was the end for her, and that she'd see Lee and her family on the other side.

But once again, that never came.

Daryl lurched his arrow through the walker's skull, sending it into a dead weight on top of Clementine almost instantly. He shoved it off of her and Clementine wrapped her arms around Daryl, shaking uncontrollably. They just stood there for a moment, silently, but also constantly prepared for another intruder on their domain. They would need to be prepared, it seemed, for another gargled noise came from outside… and then another…. And another.

"Get back you bastards!" came a voice from outside. Somebody must've heard the zombies coming, or at least heard Clementine's scream, because they could hear the loud sound of a gun going off in the distance.

"Nick!" the voice rang out again, pleading for help, "Nick, get over here, damn it! The last thing we need is for anyone to get bitten! We need to stick together!"

"Yeah, like you care… Luke?! Where the fuck are you going?!"

Suddenly, the latch on the door was opened, and in the doorway was the shadowy figure of Luke, his eyes fixed with worry.

"Please… we need help. I'm not sure we're gonna make it without you guys. There's lots of supplies and stuff you can take from the house, just help us kill these things!"

"You're gonna have to do better than that, sunshine," Daryl stated blandly, but Clementine yanked on his arm with a stern expression. Daryl sighed and told Luke to lead the way.

The three of them made their way back towards the campsite, and what greeted them was a scene straight out of hell.

Walkers were literally everywhere. A good chunk of them were trying to break through the front door of the cabin, while others were trying to tear Pete and Nick to pieces over by some of the tents. Luke started firing bullets into the heads of a couple of walkers that managed to sneak up on Pete, but Nick was having some trouble. His rifle was an old civil-war style gun, where it fired one bullet at a time and took a while to reload. Walkers were coming in faster than Nick could put them down.

"Where's everyone else?" Daryl asked, knifing a walker in the face and shoving him to the side.

Luke shot another three walkers and turned back towards them. "Carlos ran off with his daughter, Sarah, but Alvin and Rebecca are still inside. God, this is such bullshit. Rebecca's pregnant and we have to move her out into the wilderness."

"Where's Kenny?" Clementine asked the question that Daryl conveniently forgot to mention.

One of the walkers managed to break a glass window, and they were desperately trying to climb in all at the same time.

"Shit! He was inside with the rest of them. I told him to come help us, but he didn't even budge. We need to get everyone out of there before the walkers get to them first!"

"Alright. Clem and I'll clear the place out if we can. But we're getting the supplies we need first,"

"Sure, sure, whatever! Just please, get everyone out safely! We can't lose any more people!" Luke then ran over to help Nick and Pete, who were still trying to fend off the walker horde.

"He's telling us…" Daryl murmured as he and Clementine raced to the back entrance of the house, which (thankfully) the walkers hadn't gotten into yet.

The inside of this cabin was pretty much what you'd expect – wooden. All the walls, chairs and tables were made from trees, and there were various pictures adorning the walls. But this was no time for sightseeing. Daryl pulled out all the drawers in the kitchen to look for any sort of medical supplies, with Clementine doing the same with her good arm.

"Find anything yet?" Daryl asked, swearing as the next drawer he opened was just full of cooking utensils.

Clementine shook her head. "Nothing!"

"Ok, come on. Let's check upstairs, hurry!"

They ran out of the kitchen and into the main hall, when they were startled by the groan of a walker; its body halfway inside from the window. Daryl made short work of this as he plunged his knife into its forehead, and he wiped the monster's blood off with its own shirt. "You bloodied my knife," Daryl smirked.

Clementine had already run into one of the bathrooms before Daryl even made it back to the stairs. She scrounged around for some medicine, and to her relief she had found a bottle of antibiotics to prevent her arm from getting infected. She had also found a thread and needle to stitch up the wound, and was about to make her way out when she was stopped by Kenny in the doorway.

"Holy shit! Clem?! What the fuck are you doing in here? We need to go!" he yelled, grabbing her hand and leading her downstairs.

Clementine broke free before they got to the stairs, and she asked, "Where's Daryl?"

"No idea, but we need to get out of here now, Clem. This place is swarming with walkers!"

"Gee, I hadn't noticed," Clementine replied sarcastically, "we can't just leave him here! I'm checking the other rooms."

"Clementine!" Kenny called after her, but as she disappeared, Kenny sighed in frustration and followed her.

It was pretty difficult to navigate through the hallways in the dark, and not knowing what could be on the other side only made it worse. 'Why can't there be electricity…' Clementine thought bitterly.

"I'll check this room, you check over there!" Clementine called out, and reluctantly Kenny obliged. He opened one of the doors very quietly, as to not alert anything inside.

What he saw was a sort of showdown between the redneck and two walkers, with the third walker having just started to eat Alvin's leg. His eyes were glazed over and he was lying motionless on the ground, dead. There was no sign of Rebecca anywhere, but right now he wasn't concerned about that.

He hadn't known Alvin very well, but Kenny knew that he was a decent man. They'd all have to mourn over his loss later though.

But did he really want to save the asshole that was going to get Clementine and himself killed?

Daryl looked over to Kenny and knew what was coming. He didn't even hear what Kenny said, but from the movement of his mouth he could tell what he meant.

"Sorry…"

The bookshelf that stood near the doorway was pushed over, and Kenny slammed the door behind him, locking Daryl inside with the walkers.

"Son of a bitch!" Daryl yelled out after him, but it was unlikely that he had heard him. Dodging a swipe from one of the walkers, Daryl made a beeline straight into its chest, knocking two of the walkers over like a couple of undead bowling pins. He struck his knife into the eye socket of one walker, but the blood had squirted up and gotten into Daryl's face. He quickly went to wipe the goo away with his arm, and nearly got bitten as a walker chomped down on Daryl's crossbow.

The man stumbled backwards in self-defence, still trying to wipe away the crimson liquid. A random cardboard box made him lose his balance and fall over, temporarily disorienting the man and giving the walker a chance to get back up.

Everything else seemed to be like a blur for Daryl. At one moment he had felt the weight of the undead bastard on top of him, and the next he was grappling with the beast for dear life.

Closer and closer its teeth got, barring and ready to rip the flesh from his bones. But Daryl Dixon had no intention of dying today. After all, he still had to find Clementine and the others, plus kick the shit out of Kenny when he finally found him. So instead of giving in, Daryl punched the walker straight in the face and grabbed a piece of glass from a broken window nearby. With all the strength he had left, Daryl thrust the shard into the walker's forehead, and tried to hide his face as more blood came spluttering down onto his body. Man, this stuff was nasty!

The man waited for the body to go limp before throwing it off and relaxing against the window ledge. He was completely drained – not just of energy, but of spirit as well. How the hell was he supposed to find Rick and their lot while also trying to track down Clementine? If things didn't seem bleak before, they sure as hell did now.

But then he remembered that there were three walkers in the room with him, not two. Sure enough, the third was sitting in the corner with Alvin, chowing down on his chest area now. His determination slowly started to come back, as he vowed that he wouldn't let that happen to the little girl he had found in the woods all that time ago.

Grabbing onto the ledge o steady himself, Daryl stumbled over to the walker, who made a gurgling noise as Daryl approached.

"Fuck off," he said blandly before shooting an arrow through its forehead and then taking it back out. Before he left the house, he stared down sadly at the mangled form of Alvin, all ripped open and dismembered to shreds.

"Sorry this happened to you, man," he murmured, closing the door behind him and running outside. As expected, everyone was gone, but the walkers were still trying to break through. 'That son of a bitch must've told everyone I was dead,' Daryl thought with a grimace. What would Clementine be going through right now?

That thought alone got Daryl going, as he sprinted into the woods and out of sight, leaving a destroyed campsite with a bunch of undead monsters struggling to get a piece of anything inside.