Acting on his words, Rick had taken Daryl into the city along with T-Dog and a very reluctant Glenn. The four of them had travelled back into the city a few hours after Daryl had returned from his hunt, mainly due to his anger upon discussing any idea that didn't involve leaving immediately. Though very likely to be a result of Daryl's constant anger spells, T-Dog had managed to get the truck in which Rick and Glenn had sourced out the day before into the city quicker than he ever thought possible.

Due to Glenn's nagging about safety, T-Dog had parked the van on the train tracks that were located a mere five-minute walk from the rooftop in which Molly and Merle were located. Though Rick was unsure as to just why he had demanded the van to be left behind, he kept his mouth shut and lead the way towards a thin wired fence.

T-Dog manoeuvred his way towards the front of the small pack, a pair of borrowed bolt cutters grasped tightly in his hands. In second, he had cut a hole big enough for the four men to fit through. "Merle and Molly first or the guns?" Rick asked, keeping his eyes ahead of him as he climbed through the opening first.

"We ain't even having this conversation!" Daryl declared, climbing through the opening straight after Rick and sending him his best glare. "They're more important than a couple guns!"

"Not strictly true now is it?" Rick hissed, shaking his head as though he wondered why he had even let those words leave his mouth. "You know the geography," He told Glenn, raising a brow. "It's your call."

"Molly and Merle are closest." Glenn said, climbing through the opening after T-Dog and beginning to lead the group towards the back entrance of the store they were in just yesterday. "The guns would mean doubling back." He added, his breathing beginning to pick up as he looked around to insure none of the infected were on to them. "Probably also help to have two more sets of hands."

Rick rolled his eyes at the look of satisfaction that had over taken Daryl's face. He kept his eyes on the back of Glenn, essentially keeping an eye on him and insuring he had his back. When the Asian came to a stop in front of the back entrance, Rick held a hand out, stopping him from entering. "Daryl and I will go and clear the ground level." He muttered, pointing towards T-Dog. "You two keep an eye out down here until it's clear."

Feeling slightly grateful that he didn't have to kill anything that soon, Glenn nodded and waited for Daryl and Rick to enter before he spun around and kept an eye on the street. T-Dog leaned against the side of the door, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. "What's got you thinking so damn hard?" T-dog all but demanded, knowing it was part of the reason Rick had told the two of them to stay behind and keep watch.

Glenn bit his lip slightly, knowing he was simply the worst when it came to keeping his emotions hidden and in tack. "I think we should just tell him about Jacob." Glenn said, shrugging his shoulders ever so slightly. "Daryl, I mean... I think we-"

"Don't be ridiculous!" T-Dog interrupted, shaking his head and glaring at Glenn. "It's not our place!" He hissed as Glenn bit his lip slightly. "Look man, there's gotta be a reason why she ain't told him already and I don't know about you, but I doubt Dixon's going to take our word for it."

"But what if that chain didn't hold... What if something's happened to Molly?" Glenn whispered, eyeing the door as though he thought Daryl was listening through it. "Surely Jacob deserves to know? Would you wan-"

"What I would or wouldn't want doesn't matter." T-Dog said, shaking his head once more. "I'm not the boys parent and neither are you. It'd be unfair on the kid to go spring something like that on him! And just in case you'd forgotten, Molly wasn't the one stuck there."

Just as Glenn had opened his mouth to reply, Rick pushed the door open, causing the two men to jump. He motioned for them to follow him in where Daryl and himself had just cleared the lower floor. Three pools of blood had taken up refuge on the shop floor, another three bodies lying close to the sticky scarlet substance. Glenn walked slowly into the area, his eyes blown slightly wide at the blood.

"We ain't got all damn day!" Daryl exclaimed, walking past Glenn, his crossbow re-loaded and dropped to his side as he kneeled and pulled an arrow bolt from the head of the corpse closest to Glenn. In seconds, he had disappeared from sight, calling for T-Dog to hurry up with the bolt cutters as he began to ascend the stairs.

All four of them, whether they wanted to or not, were saying slight prayers to anyone who would listen inside their heads. However, prayers turned into heartache which in turn turned into anger. T-Dog had managed to get the lock of the chain which then left Daryl to push it open, emerging out onto the rooftop, half expecting to see his brother and Molly sat waiting for them to come back.

"Merle!" Daryl called out, looking around the rooftop in order to try and catch his brother. "Merle?!" It was at that moment that the many emotions began to poor through each and every one of them. A series of cries rang out, coming from Daryl's mouth. However, in an instant, he had caught T-Dog's gaze, his eyes narrowed as he swung his cross bow up and pointed it at T-Dog's face.

It seemed as though it took Rick a moment to tare his eyes away from the severed hand that, due to the size and nature, must have belonged to Merle on the ground. Once he had comprehended just what position Daryl had T-Dog pinned in, he pulled his gun from his waist holster and pushed the safety off. "I won't hesitate." He told him, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't care if every Walker in the city hears it."

The silence that followed was almost unbearable. It hung in the air like the suspended moment before a falling glass shatters on the ground. T-Dog barely moved a muscle as he stared at Daryl whose arm began to shake ever so slightly. However, through all the pain and anger that had suddenly filled his chest, he managed to bring himself bake and lower his crossbow. It took a rick a few moments before he lowered his gun, not knowing if Daryl would raise his crossbow as soon as he lowered his gun or not.

"You, uh... You got a do-rag or somethin'?" Daryl muttered, noticing instantly how T-Dog's brows raised slightly. He pulled one from his pocket and handed over to Daryl without breaking any sort of eye-contact. With a final nod, Daryl moved towards the severed hand and began to inspect it with a slight grimace. "Huh... I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs." He said as he opened the rag out and laid it in front of him before he lifted the hand by a finger and frowned slightly. "Ain't that a bitch..."

"To think Molly cut his hand off." Glenn muttered, trying his hardest to keep his eyes away from Daryl and the hand. "Didn't think she would have that in her."

"She don't." Daryl said, pushing himself to his feet as he moved towards Glenn. "Nah, Molly couldn't stand a squirrel being skinned. Ain't no way she cut Merle's 'and off." He added, motioning for Glenn to turn, so he could put the hand in his backpack. As he did so, Glenn forced his face into a neutral expression as T-Dog grimaced. "He must've used a tourniquet; maybe his belt..." Moving slowly across the roof, Daryl began to inspect the ground. "Be much more blood if he didn't."

Following the trail of blood, Daryl lead the way over and towards a door the was wide open as Rick and Glenn followed him who was closely followed by T-Dog who grabbed Dale's tools from the roof before the four of them actually forgot them.

Much to Daryl's annoyance, the four of them were no closer to locating Merle and Molly then they had been before they left camp. Two hours had passed and the closest thing they had come across was a kitchen covered in blood and the gas cooker switched on which indicated one thing; Merle had been smart enough to cauterise the wound.

The four of them found themselves in groups of two in the alleyways, not too far from where Rick had dropped his guns the previous day. Glenn had made a plan of action which in reality, was him doing all the work while Daryl, Rick and T-Dog keeps watch from different parts of the street.

Daryl grumbled a few curse words under his breath as he waited for Glenn to return from grabbing the gun bag. If muttering about people could kill, the three he had entered the city with would've been dead thousands of times already. However, just as Daryl was about to grumble something about the way Rick's hair looked, he heard movement coming from behind him.

In less than a second he had moved out from behind the green bin he was crouched behind and raised his crossbow up. Much to his surprise, it wasn't a walker but rather a male who looked more like a teenager than a grown man. "Wow!" He exclaimed, his eyes wide as he jumped slightly. "Don't hurt me!"

"Lookin' for my brother and a woman." Daryl spoke up, keeping the kid pinned under his gaze. "You seen 'em?" Looking as though the fright was killing him, the boy opened his mouth and shouted something Daryl wasn't entirely sure was English. "Shut up!" He hissed, raising his crossbow higher as the boy continued to yell in his native language. "SHUT UP! Yer' gonna bring the geeks down on us, answer me!"

Looking to shut the boy up, Daryl took little time to thing as he dropped his crossbow and sung at him, knocking him to the ground in an instance. Everything began going south when he felt the first kick delivered to his side which was quickly followed by several more.

However, it was Glenn who stood horrified at the end of the alley, gun bag in his hand as he watched two Mexicans beat Daryl. He froze in sheer shock as his eyes met those of one of the men. In an instant, he was moving towards him, shouting out to his friends. "That's it! That's the bag, Vato. Take it! Take it!" He screamed just as Glenn spun on his heal with the intention of running to Rick and T-Dog.

He was tackled to the ground from behind just as he heard the sound of an engine making its way towards him. However, Glenn didn't have a second to think of anything as he lost track of just what was happening. One moment he was on the ground, the next he could feel the ground vibrating beneath him as he looked to see that he was in the back of a vehicle.

"Dejaste caer la bolsa?" Glenn heard from the front of the car as a bag was quickly placed over his head. "Malditos idiotas! Como pudiste ser tan estupida? Hombre Guillermo va a estar cabreado como mierda en nosotros..."

Glenn tried his hardest to keep his breathing under control as he sat as still as he possibly could. Whoever had spoken must've said something that the others thought deeply on as the ride to wherever it was they were taking him fell silent. The only sounds that could be heard was the gravel beneath the wheels and the sound of heavy breathing.

To him, it felt like a lifetime he was stuck in the car, squished between two men who both had more muscles than he thought necessary. However, in reality, Glenn was sure that it was less than ten minutes before the car came to a slow stop. His heart beat against his chest when he heard footsteps outside and more voices.

"Te enviamos a recoger armas, no a otras personas!" Someone exclaimed loudly as Glenn felt himself being dragged from the car. "Guillermo! Ven a ver lo que estos idiotas tienen para ti!" Glenn felt the bag being pulled from his head as he forced his eyes to adjust to the sunlight. Looking around, he noticed that he was all but surrounded by angry Mexicans.

"Please, I'm sorry for any inconvenience but I didn't mean t-" Glenn cut himself off as he gulped slightly. One of the men tilted his head at him, whispering something to the man next to him who ran of inside. "Oh God..."

"No God." He spoke, shrugging ever so slightly as he motioned towards his men. "Just us... You lost something Asian boy?"

Glenn's brows furrowed as he took a quick look around once more. "No... I mean yes... I mean which answer doesn't get me killed?" He all but pleaded, noticing the man return from the doors behind the men with another, much smaller figure. "Holy..." He muttered under his breath when he recognised the face of the second person. "Molly?"

"Oh, you've decided to come back then?" She asked, her face void of any emotion as she raised a brow and shook her head. "A whole fucking day you've been gone! How could you possibly think that was humane?" She glared at the man beside Glenn who began to pull rope from his pockets. "Back off! He's part of my group dimwit... Well, I wouldn't really call them my group after what they did but all the same!"