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Danny's POV

It's gone, they're gone. We don't even have to drive very far down the driveway to know that. There are bodies everywhere and the closer we get to the farmhouse the more there are.

Daryl stops the bike where I then hesitantly climb off. I kind of really want to leave. I don't want to look around because I'm scared of what we might find.

"The cars are gone, which means some of 'em got out". Daryl's right, nearly all the cars are gone, but who didn't make it?

Sophia runs up beside me and takes my hand, not sure who's comforting who, as we make our way towards the porch steps. Nobody says anything, not even Merle, I think none of us can actually believe what we're seeing. I turn around at the top of the steps and stare out across the open fields, the barn is gone. Burnt to the ground. Beside it is what was once Dale's RV, that to has suffered some serious fire damage.

"Ya think this was the herd that we ran in to?" Merle leans his elbows against the railing to stare out across the field. "If it was then they never stood a chance".

Carol sniffs as if she's holding back tears. "We told them what direction we were going in, maybe they came looking for us".

"The herd turned us 'round to," Daryl doesn't say anything more but I know what he isn't saying. It's unlikely we'll ever find them.

We left because of something like this happening, I couldn't live with their false sense of security but how I wish I was wrong. I loved the idea that they would be here for when we wanted to come back, either to visit or stay. For when I needed Glenn.

"Now what do we do?" Carol asks.

With my hands holding onto the railing I squat down. I suddenly don't feel well. Seeing this place had me forgetting the reason we actually came back. We need Herschel and Herschel is gone. We don't know if he's dead or just gone like the others. Either way this is bad.

Hands land above mine and when I tilt my head back I'm staring up at Daryl who is stood over me.

"I'm sorry." He crouches down behind me, his hands now gripping my thighs. "We..." I cut him off by suddenly standing up, With my hands gripping the porch rail I lean over it and throw up on to the flower beds below. Daryl's hand appears in front of me with a tissue held between two fingers.

"That's gonna get old quick". Merle humourlessly chuckles. As I go to take the tissue from Daryl it's suddenly gone as he's spun around to face his brother. I don't need to see his face to know he's angry. His back and shoulders are as stiff as a board.

"Merle!" Carol then whacks Merle, pretty hard, on the back.

Barely a second later Merle's eyebrows raise in shock. "Not for us, I meant for her. I was tryin' to be sympathetic".

I let out a little chuckle but Daryl scoffs instead. "Well ya fuckin' failed at that".

"Clearly". Merle lets out the tiniest of huffs.

I grin at him from around Daryl, "Sometimes you know just what to say and then sometimes things like that come out".

He grins back. "Ya got a little somethin'..." He points at his chin. I know he's messing with me but I still yank the tissue away from Daryl and wipe at my mouth, it comes back clean. Idiot.

Daryl lays a hand in the crook of my neck as he turns back to face me, blocking me from everyone else's view. He lowers his head. "Are you okay?" He barely speaks over a whisper.

I nod and lay my hand over his. "I promise".

He nods his head once and then steps back. "You guys stay out here, keep watch. Merle and I will go through the house".

I look out across the field we once called home, this place isn't the same as the one we left nearly two weeks ago. "We can't stay here over night."

Carol pulls Sophia closer. "I don't like the idea of staying here, not after what's happened". It's not the same without the rest of the group walking around or having constant chatter going on in the background.

"Alright. We go through the house for any food and then we get out of here. Give us an hour". Daryl waits for an okay from Carol before him and Merle push open the front door and disappear inside. I look around the field once more before following after them.

I can't decide if it's worse being in here or out there. In here you can see nearly all of their belongings spread out across the rooms. They left without being able to take anything with them.

This is definitely worse.

I end up stood over where Glenn must have been sleeping. I guess he didn't want to stay in Maggie's room. Knowing him he'd think it was inappropriate with her dad being so close. The guitar he had been given is leaning up against the wall, I grab the shirt that's lying on top of his sleeping bag. This is the shirt I kept safe for him when we were back in Atlanta.

Oh god. There's a burning sensation as I try and fight back the tears. I grip the shirt tight and hold it against my chest. Why did we leave? I shouldn't have left him and now he's gone. There's no way of knowing if he even got off this farm alive, either way I'm never going to see him again.

The sob escapes me before I can stifle it and then I'm being spun around and pulled in to Daryl's chest. He wraps his arms tight around me and places a hand on the back of my head.

"I know how much you liked him, I'm sorry he's gone". And that just makes me cry harder, there's no 'he made it out' or 'we'll find them' because they are statements he can't promise. A part of me wishes he had just lied to me, told me Glenn made it out and that we'll see them all again someday but that creates hope which would just lead to heart breaking disappointment further down the line.

"Walkers". Sophia's voice carries through the empty rooms. I hold the shirt tight as Daryl pulls me from the house. We hesitate for a second as we step out on to the porch, Walkers are appearing out from the treeline that used to sit behind the barn. I guess the Walkers didn't get very far and the bike has brought them back.

"Let's go". Merle comes rushing past me and ushers Sophia and Carol down to the steps and back to the car. We follow suit.

I recognise the spot up ahead. This is where the RV broke down, where Sophia and I never found our way back to. Daryl slows as we pass and that's how I see it, there's writing on the windscreen of a car. With my hands on his shoulders I lift up off my seat slightly.

Daryl stops the bike allowing me to immediately climb off.

"What?"

"There's writing on that car".

"We left you and Sophia a message to stay put, it's not..."

He cuts off because he is now looking at the same thing I am. This isn't a message to Sophia and myself. This is a message to me, from Glenn.

"That ain't what it said". Daryl confirms what this means. Glenn is alive.

'Danny, your plan. Find us. Glenn'

I look back at Daryl. "They went the way we did. They're looking for us".

Merle, Carol and Sophia finally make it over to us. Merle takes a second to read the sign and then sighs. "It'd be a fuckin' long shot and a waste of fuel".

Daryl doesn't take his eyes off of me. "But we could try".