Once Daryl had dropped off Kerri and Glenn at A Block, he headed back outside to meet up with everyone else. Michonne, Bob, and Tyreese were all gathered around the vehicle, loading their packs inside. They started down the road with the first portion of the trip being rather uneventful. That quickly changed when Daryl was messing with the radio, trying to find something other than static. A sound emerged and then blipped away quickly, everyone in the vehicle whipped their heads in the direction of the radio.
"…find sanctuary," the voice said, so faint that the group wasn't even sure if they were hearing it right.
"…determined to survive," it said between crackling static, "Keep alive."
That moment of distraction caused Daryl to hit several walkers head on before coming to a screeching halt in front an enormous heard that was blocking the road. Daryl quickly threw the vehicle into reverse, but they became stuck as the undead piles under the rear tires of the car.
It was obvious their ride was a lost cause now so they decided to make a run for it, heading into the woods. The escape from the vehicle was only a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity filled with groaning and the sound of blades, bullets, and arrows meeting flesh.
In the cluster fuck of fighting, Bob turned and realized Tyreese hadn't fled the car at the same time as everyone else. He was still sitting in the back seat, frozen in place and staring blankly ahead of him.
"Ty!" Bob yelled, before turning to shoot another walker in the head, "Ty!"
Bob's desperate voice seemed to finally break Tyreese's trance and he lunged from the car, moving swiftly forward and swinging his hammer into the head of one of decaying bodies that stumbled towards him.
Tyreese seemed like he was possessed, instead of clearing a path and making a break for the woods like everyone else had, he seemed to wait for the walkers to close in on him before mutilating their skulls with his hammer. He was surrounded and not even attempting to run away.
Daryl, Michonne, and Bob all paused at the tree line, watching in horror as more of the undead closed in around Tyreese.
"Go!" Tyreese bellowed, "Just go!" His hammer continued to pierce skulls and destroy bone.
After hesitating for a moment, Daryl slipped back into his role as leader of the run, "Come on," he said, unsure of how to even begin to approach Tyreese in his current state. The trio took one last glance at him as he continued to be surrounded before moving deeper into the woods.
They moved through the brush and trees quickly, eliminating some of the stragglers along their way. Finally, they came into a clearly and paused, rustling of leaves caused them to turn around. Immediately on alert, Daryl readied his crossbow, aiming at the two bodies that stumbled forward, but before he could pull the trigger Tyreese emerged through the brush, knocking them both in the head with his hammer.
He was covered in blood and guts, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. But there wasn't any time for that, more walkers followed the two that had just been killed, forcing them to run deeper into the forest.
The rest of the run went just as badly as the first half had. Tyreese was still acting impulsively; nearly getting them killed by busting open the doors to the gas station. Eventually, Daryl got the mini-van up and running, and they were on their way again.
Driving to the college went much smoother in comparison to their earlier experience in the car. But the smooth sailing came to a halt once they prepared to leave the school with their medication and IV supplies in tow. Walkers must've caught their scent and began lumbering out of the abandoned classrooms.
The darkness and unfamiliar layout put the group at a severe disadvantage. They stumbled up a flight of stairs with the undead on their heels and were greeted on the second story by plenty more of roaming bodies. Soon, they were trapped; stuck at the end of a hall with nothing beside them but a locked door, in front staggering walkers with their arms outstretched and ready to feast on the cornered survivors. A large window to their rear was the only option.
Tyreese launched a fire extinguisher over his head, successfully shattering the window. One by one, they jumped from the window and across a gap onto a narrow rooftop. Bob was the last to jump and misjudged the distance, he fell forward and his bag dangled down into the grasps of the walkers below.
Despite everyone's pleas, Bob refused to let go of his bag. He struggled with both hands to free it from their dirty fingers. After a few drawn-out seconds of fighting and pulling, Bob finally jerked the bag back up and onto the rooftop. The bag sprung open with the force of it hitting the roof and Daryl reached down, pulling a bottle of liquor from it. The bag was empty aside from that single bottle. No medications. No IV kits, no IV tubing, and no IV fluids. Nothing to help the rest of the prison, just the alcohol and the heavy realization by the group that Bob was an alcoholic.