Nobody's Home

Daryl rolled his bike off the trailer, positioning it to fill the tank. It was light out when he finally returned with gas, though it hadn't been for long, the sun was just peeking over the trees.

He'd encountered a few Walkers, but none he couldn't handle, he kept quiet as he jumped from car to car. In the end he filled four gas cans.

He didn't just leave for the gas. He knew it was reckless to leave, it was dark and they still had no idea how bad Carnesville would be. But he felt like he had no choice, he felt so cornered by everyone, he needed space to breathe.

He hated what he said, every word. It was so hard to be stuck with a group of people you have no choice but to protect, share, and get along with. All because the dead were walking. He was still getting used to it, being around so many people at once. With rations being limited, he'd been more irritated as of late. But he wasn't the only one. Every day that they had less food, every day they found nothing, felt awful. They were tired, stressed, hungry, and there was nothing to do about it but keep going.

When Daryl started filling the tank to his bike, he heard the front door of the house open, followed by footsteps. He turned to his head to see Toby, who'd stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw him. Something in Daryl's stomach dropped as he remembered all the things he said. Not knowing what else to do, he turned away and carried on with his task, pretending her presence didn't affect him.

After a moment the footsteps started again, out of the corner of his eye he saw her go into the RV. He wondered what she was doing in there, and if he should say anything. But what could he say? He doubted she wanted to hear him anyway, she'd probably just ignore him.

When Toby came out, she was wearing the noisy, puffy grey coat they'd found for the winter. She had her bag hanging over her shoulder. That made sense, the snow may have been gone but it was cold that day.

Toby went back to the house, he turned his head while her back was facing him. He had a weird feeling and wanted to make sure she was actually going into the house. She stopped briefly, Daryl watched as she found Shane's cap on the ground, then she was in the house.

Daryl sighed, feeling stupid. Where would she go? He knew it was just the guilt getting to him.

When Daryl was finished filling his tank, he took what was left of the gas into the RV. In the RV, he knelt to the floor and started putting the cans into the bottom cupboard.

A sound outside grabbed his attention, listening for a moment, they were footsteps, quick and hard. Running?

He stood and looked out the window at the booth, just in time to see Sasha run out of the house and down the sidewalk, yelling.

"The hell?" He muttered, rushing outside. "What's goin' on?" He called out to Rick, who was standing at the doorway. Rick looked just as confused, his eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head.

Daryl looked back at Sasha, watching as she suddenly stopped and leaned over to put her hands on her knees. With Sasha bent lower, Daryl could see what was ahead of her, a green backpack and grey coat, growing smaller in the distance. Daryl caught up with Sasha, she was panting heavily, even though she'd only run a short distance.

She put a hand to her head, "Can't . . ."

"You alright?" He asked slowly, looking her over.

"Just . . . just got a little light-headed."

"The hell is goin' on?"

She shook her head, "I don't . . . I don't know. She was acting weird so I kept an eye on her, I wanted to make sure she didn't have a concussion. She told me she wanted to get her bag from the RV, and when she came back she just watched out the window and wouldn't move. I tried talking to her but . . . as soon as I turned my back she took off."

Daryl looked up at Toby's distant figure, piecing together the puzzle. Toby planned to leave the house, get her bag and take off, that explained how caught off guard she was when she saw him. As soon as Daryl was in the RV and not in sight, Toby took her chance and ran.

Daryl knew she was upset, but how stupid could she be? Where did she think she was going?

"Sasha?" Rick's concerned voice brought Daryl out of his thoughts.

"Toby took off. Get her inside."

Rick put a hand on Sasha's back, "what happened?"

"She needs food, get her inside." He repeated, turning and walking away.

Sasha shook her head again, "but-"

"-I'll get her." Daryl grabbed his crossbow from the ground beside the bike before hopping on.

"Daryl . . ." Rick trailed off, wanting to say something but unsure what.

Daryl knew, he wondered it himself, if he should be the one going after her. But that didn't matter, he was already leaving.

"I'll bring her back."

"Should someone come meet you?"

"Nah, won't be long," and he took off. He drove straight down the road in the direction the girl went.

Only a few moments went by, but he'd already lost sight of Toby. He kept his eyes sharp, watching for any movement in the distance. A Walker was lurking in the front yard of a house he rode past, the Walker became agitated, following the sound of the motor. Daryl ignored it, it was only one and he was on the bike, no threat.

When approaching a three-way fork in the road, Daryl slowed the bike to a stop. He placed his foot on the cement road to keep the bike upright while looking around. There were three options, left, right, or straight ahead. Toby wasn't visible in any of them.

The street that was laid out horizontally was the same as the street they stayed on, houses placed next to each other on the one side. The other side was more forest and rock, they were near the mountains of Georgia after all. Daryl couldn't see Toby, but it was possible she could've hidden or turned down one of the driveways. There was no way she was fast enough to disappear down another road before he stopped there.

The third option was straight ahead. Across from Daryl was mostly wooded area, aside from the road that led into it. The road before him led slightly uphill while curving around a tree bend, making it impossible to see further.

"Where are ya?" He muttered, trying to push down his annoyance to focus on finding her. The snow was gone, and the cement was damp all around, making it almost impossible to track if anything or anyone had run on the road.

Daryl didn't have to contemplate for too long, his eye caught something out of place on the road several feet away, it was white and small. It wiggled in the light breeze, though not going anywhere.

It was a small piece of fiber stuffing, another piece was not too far from the first, leading straight ahead from Daryl.

He narrowed his eyes at the fiber, almost wanting to laugh at how ridiculously easy it was. Daryl squeezed the gas, the bike lurched forward, following the road that curved around the trees.

Toby was spotted only a few moments after, walking up the left side of the road. She'd turned her head at the sound of an engine but continued onward.

Daryl clenched his jaw, wanting to scream. She was walking calmly, her green bag on her back, and her grey, puffy coat making her look slightly larger then she was. He could see some stuffing poking out of a hole at her side.

Daryl sped up, approaching her fast. She'd made no move to stop, so he did the same as before; jerking the bike handle to intercept her path. The last time this happened, he somewhat understood, she went after Shane's corpse, and when Daryl wasn't able to stop her, he took her himself. Even if he understood it, that didn't mean he thought she was smart about it.

There she was, making the same stupid mistake, except this time, there was nothing to chase after. The last time he yelled at her, demanding an explanation, this time there was only silence.

Toby stood still, the blue cap shielding her forehead, forcing her to hold her head high in order to make eye contact, something she almost never did.

No softness existed in either of their eyes at that moment. Daryl's cool blue irises were heated with a burning animosity, they danced around Toby's face as if searching for something. He didn't need to say anything, the indignation in his eyes replaced all words.

Toby's usual soft grey eyes were as hard as that of a storefront mannequin. Though they did not hold the emotion of Daryl's, instead they seemed empty, almost hollow. Her hard stare was not loud with emotion, they were silent and challenging.

They waited on each other, testing the limits of their annoyance.

Daryl's patience wore down after several long moments, he could never keep it up when it came to her.

"Nothin'?" Was all he asked, urging her to say something, give him an explanation. He would be fine if she even yelled, at least it was something. But Toby only blinked, her eyes and face refused to reveal anything.

Daryl bit back a growl, "get on." He shifted himself so she could easily climb on behind him. To his surprise, Toby stepped forward, going behind him. He couldn't believe how easy it was, tracking her down, and it seemed that taking her back would be no challenge.

He was wrong.

Instead of stepping forward, and climbing on behind Daryl, she walked around the bike and carried on. Her steps carried her more quickly than before.

"Hey!" After no response, Daryl put the kickstand up and chased after her.

He called at her to stop as he stomped close behind. As he closed in he reached out, grasping his hand around the handle on top of the backpack. He yanked, causing Toby to stumble back. He attempted to turn her around by grabbing her arm, but she was too quick, struggling and spinning her body while yanking her arms from the bag.

"What do you want?!" Toby finally exploded.

"For you to turn the hell around, yer bein' a fuckin' brat and wastin' time."

Her lip curled upward in anger, looking almost as if she was going to growl at him. She lunged toward the bag, attempting to grab it from him. Daryl easily lifted it out of Toby's reach, but she continued to go after it, jumping and yanking on his shirt to lower it.

Without thinking, he pushed the palm of his hand onto her forehead, knocking the hat off her head and forcing her back as she kept pushing, waving her arms.

Daryl remembered this. Merle did this to him when they were young; when Daryl was smaller. It was a dumb game of keep away that Merle loved to tease him with. Daryl hated it then and he felt no different at that moment.

Toby yelled out in anger and smacked his hand away, finally relenting, "Yer such a prick!"

"Yeah, and yer such an angel right now."

Toby's hands clenched into fists, her shoulders tightening up. Her face tensed, contorting into anger while flashing her teeth. Her body looked as if it was sucking all strength and energy into her core, preparing to lash it out like a bomb.

Daryl only watched her carefully, ready and waiting. The few times he'd accidentally touched her gun she lost her mind, screaming while kicking and hitting him. He waited for that to happen. He'd touched her bag before, handed it to her, so had others in the group, she never showed the same possessiveness as she did with the gun. That didn't mean he shouldn't be ready for it.

Just as he thought she would lash out, Toby only bent over, grabbing the hat off the ground with much exaggeration to show how angry she was. She turned away from him, putting the hat back on as she stomped away.

Daryl gapped at her. He tried to figure out his next move, what was he supposed to do? Throw her over his shoulder like back at the CDC? That wasn't going to fly with the bike, and hell if he was walking all the way back with her kicking and screaming. Then he'd only have to go back for the bike.

Maybe he should've stayed back, let someone else handle her bullshit. Would it have gone any better? Would they know what to do? Would they have even found her?

Daryl hung her bag over his shoulder, it lightly knocked against his crossbow as he went back to the bike. Settling himself back on the vehicle, he could see Toby was still walking, showing no intention of turning back.

Frustrated, he revved the engine in an attempt to attract her attention, showing her he was ready to leave, that he would leave her. But that didn't work.

"Is this a fuckin' joke?!" He yelled out at her. When she still didn't answer, Daryl cut the engine and pulled the keys out, so he wasn't wasting fuel.

He jogged in her direction, getting more annoyed with each step."You need to grow up. Someone says shit you don't like so ya run off? Then what? Gonna go join the circus? Get killed?"

"It ain't 'bout you! Nothin's 'bout you!" She barked back at him, continuing to march on.

Daryl was at her heels, "you think I believe that? 'Specially with ya runnin' off after . . ." he paused, not wanting to bring up everything he said. "If it ain't about me then why the fuck is it always me, huh? Why you wait on me or come to me when-"

Toby whipped around, "-Because you're not them!"

He stopped in front of her, "perfect. I tell ya how much I hate babysittin' yer ass, how I don't give a single shit what you do. And don't forget how better shit would be if you weren't fucking here! If you were at the farm shit wouldn't be so fucked for ya! That's what ya like? Because I'll say that shit, that's what ya want? You like me so much better?"

"Shut up!"

"Get on the bike and I will!"

"No."

A low gurgling caught Daryl's attention, he turned as a Walker sped toward him, mouth opening wide as it hissed. Daryl let out a sound of frustration, dropping Toby's bag to use his crossbow.

The Walker fell, revealing another following a few feet behind. Daryl stepped over to the corpse on the ground, placing his foot on its chest for momentum to pull the bolt from its head.

When the second Walker stumbling within a foot of him, Daryl used the bolt in his hand, stabbing it effectively through the skull. When Daryl was finished, he lodged the bolt back into his crossbow so it would be ready for any other surprises. He turned to find Toby's bag still on the ground, and Toby herself much further away.

"Really? Not gonna take that as a hint to turn the fuck around?!" Daryl was really wishing he'd let someone else chase after her. He grabbed her bag from the ground and once again jogged to catch up.

"After everything, after all this shit we went through ya run off to get eaten? What was the point then, any of it? Ya owe me a freakin' answer! I ain't gonna do this, you gettin' chewed up is on you, it ain't gonna be on me."

"I was just doin' what he said." Toby finally conceded, her voice a low murmur.

Daryl barely caught what she said as he followed behind. It took him a moment to figure out her words, "what who said?"

"Merle."

Daryl's eyebrows scrunched in confusion instead of anger, he was stumped. Her confession felt out of place, not at all what he was expecting. "Merle? What did Merle tell you? He's not here, anythin' he said ain't worth a damn."

Toby stopped. She didn't turn, only forced her head down to stare at her shoes. Daryl was finally silenced, he'd heard her breath wavering, her shoulders twitching unnaturally.

She crying? He questioned mentally.

"He said . . . if you came back before he did, stay with you. Don't listen to Deputy Dipshit," she quoted. Her voice got louder as she babbled on. "I did that! I listened! And when I stopped, when I left ya alone, look what happened!"

Daryl opened his mouth and a sound escaped as if a word had tried to come out on its own. But he had no response, he was still stunned into silence over her mood swings. Toby had gone from completely expressionless, to angry, to calm, to angry again, back to calm, and then finishing as a blubbering mess.

Toby turned her head, meeting his eyes again. Tears trailed down her cheeks, her voice just above a whisper, "look what happened."

He slowly put the pieces together, beginning to understand what was going on in her head. She'd stuck with Daryl as much as she was able to after leaving Atlanta, he'd complained about it, acted passive toward her, but she stayed anyhow.

At the farm, she'd stayed with him. He'd gotten used to her presence but still didn't love the idea of a child following his every move, there were times it embarrassed him. Plenty of times it caused him frustration, not just because of her presence, but what came with it. The responsibility, the worry, the expectancy of everyone else.

Then, she'd slowly gotten closer to Shane, drifting away from him. Daryl had been conflicted with anger and relief. The relief meant, if she had Shane, she didn't need him, and not everyone would expect him to mother the girl. The anger almost rooted from jealousy, after following him for so long, what had he done that she'd pulled herself away so easily? After the nights he spent making sure she wasn't screaming all through the night, making sure she stayed in sight and actually ate, she'd turned her back to someone that hadn't been doing that. Daryl knew afterward, when he was no longer clouded by emotion, it was partially his fault. His passive behaviour having her believe it was better than she was further from him, he'd let her believe it. And for some dumb reason, he was doing it again.

Toby distanced herself from him more and more, spending more time with Shane. In the end, she'd been forced into a possible future without him and only Shane. When that happened, he was killed.

Is it really this black and white to her? He searched his head for answers, along with something, anything to say. She got him killed because she did something Merle said not to weeks before?

"One ain't got nothin' ta do with the other," he said, his voice still teetering on annoyance. He'd calmed down during the thought process, but he still had a long way to go. None of it explained why she'd just run off.

When Toby started walking again, Daryl hesitated before following. Yelling and forcing her to go back wasn't accomplishing anything. He'd realised so much of what he said was just to get a rise out of her, to make her as angry as she made him. Daryl decided to give them both a chance to calm down.

Daryl let her walk, keeping an eye out for Walkers and other potential dangers as he followed. He'd give her a chance to breathe, time away from the other, time to calm down before he convinced her to go back. While walking, it wasn't a bad idea to keep an eye out for any rodents, they were surrounded by a quiet wooded area, maybe he would find dinner on their venture.

Toby seemed to just continue down the road blindly, Daryl kept alert, his eyes darting in every direction for danger or dinner. There was a bit more pressure there, considering Toby had her head down, not even pretending to pay attention to their surroundings.

A little over five minutes later, the small girl in front of him stopped, her head raised to stare ahead.

Taking his eyes off the back of her head, he saw it.

The road ended abruptly, an invisible barrier creating a divider between the cement and the gravel. The pathway to the house was once a full gravel driveway, but no more, it was almost all overgrown with grass, the rocks spread out unevenly.

Daryl realised that they hadn't been walking along a road, but a long driveway. It led to a one-story house, in which the main body was a rectangle. The old house looked as if it had collapsed inwardly on itself somewhat. The roof was weak, bowing down as it gave into the elements.

The rotting heap still seemed to stand firm, supposedly having a certain strength to hold it up, appearing prideful. Though the house looked lonely and depressing, being all by itself at the end of the driveway, it looked like it belonged there, as if it had chosen solitude for itself.

At least there's something, Daryl thought. Maybe this won't be a complete waste of time.

Daryl breathed in and sighed as he stared at the old house, doubting his thoughts almost immediately. He could've sworn that the longer he stared, the worse it's condition became. Upon appearance, it was more like an abandoned cabin than a home.

"Dead end," he spoke. "Let's go back. They're gon'be worried."

Toby stepped forward, her pace picking up as she made her way across the front yard.

"C'mon," Daryl kept his voice low, trying to be convincing while hiding his annoyance. "There's nothin' here. Place looks like it was left long before shit went bad."

Toby ignored him again. Daryl sighed and trailed behind her, "even if there might be, best ta go back, come back with others. Been gone long enough."

Daryl furrowed his brow as she broke into a jog, he hurried his pace to keep up. "Kid?"

Toby rushed up the wooden porch steps with Daryl only a few paces behind. Usually, when approaching homes or various places to search, they'd pull out their gun or any weapon in preparation. Even the kids knew to do this, they never failed to. It didn't go unnoticed that Toby didn't even reach for her gun, or the knives strapped to her right thigh. She went straight to the door and turned the knob.

Daryl maneuvered his arms, arranging himself to have his crossbow ready and Toby's bag hanging off his shoulder. He relaxed a little after she failed to open the door: it was locked. Toby banged the side of her fist on the door.

"Let's go, we can come back after and break it down," Daryl was being generous when he said that, he doubted if he got her out of there they would return. The house was the only one in the area and barely looked as if it housed living people before the dead walked.

Daryl half turned, ready to leave. Toby spun around, causing Daryl's eyes to widen at her appearance.

Toby's cheeks were red and wet, her eyes glassy and bloodshot.

She been crying this whole time? He questioned, no, I would've noticed. What's going on?

His gut knotted. Daryl knew something was up, something felt very wrong, though he couldn't tell what.

"I need my bag," she said, her eyes going the strap on Daryl's shoulder.

Daryl didn't know what was going on with her, but he knew it was bad, it felt wrong. He even took a quick look around, as if the presence of Walkers would be the cause of his anxiousness.

"Please," she pleaded. Daryl stared back, hesitated a moment before jerking his shoulder for the bag to slip down his arm. He had to wonder, have I ever heard her say please?

In three seconds flat Toby had the bag unzipped and upside down with its contents at Daryl's feet. Crayons rolled around as she kneeled, pushing things around to search. Toby's hand clasped at something, Daryl heard the chinking sound of metal against metal. Something in Daryl's stomach dropped when he saw the set of keys in her hand.

No, his mind echoed. He wanted to reach for her, to pull her away, there was no way she was about to do what he was thinking. But he was frozen, all he could do was watch as the girl turned the keys in the door before pushing it open.

"Do we have everything?" Rick asked.

T-Dog nodded, together they stood beside the RV, staring down the road. "He's still not back?"

"You sure you saw him go straight?" Rick answered with another question.

"Yeah, I saw him stop down there, then keep going, he didn't turn."

"It's been twenty minutes," Lori said worriedly.

"I'm sure they're fine, he has the bike so he caught up to her. Everyone get in, make sure you have everything, we'll head down that way after them. Daryl's capable of holding his own, but I'm not comfortable waiting." Rick explained, going around to the drivers' side as the others loaded in the RV.

In the vehicle they went in the same direction as Daryl, when they approached the split in the road, they continued straight, following the curved road as it bent around a wooded area.

"Look!" Tyreese pointed from the passenger seat beside Rick, though he didn't have to, Rick spotted the bike right when he did. Rick slowed the RV to a stop, looking over Daryl's bike where it stood on the left side of the road.

"I don't see them," Tyreese said, he nodded toward the trees, "you think they went through there?"

"Maybe. Look ahead, they took out Walkers." Both of them could see the corpses not too far ahead. "We'll keep going, if we don't see them we'll double back and wait at the bike." Rick pressed the gas and they continued on.

"Maybe honk the horn?" T-Dog suggested from the back. "Haven't seen many Walkers around, just do one so they know we're around?"

Rick and Tyreese shared a glance, contemplating. Rick pressed the horn once, making the honk short and somewhat soft.

"There," Tyreese said, looking ahead.

Ahead of them was an old cabin-style house. Daryl was standing on the porch, waving his arm to get their attention.

"What are they doing here?" Rick asked.

"Maybe they found something?" Tyreese wondered. Rick put the RV in park, announcing to the others they found Daryl.

Daryl was standing on the porch, Toby's bag in one hand as he picked objects up from the floor to put away. She didn't have much, the keys were still in the door. There was an extra shirt, pair of jeans, a colouring book, some crayons. There was a book he thought he recognised, seeing it around the RV before, then a pill bottle. He furrowed his eyebrows, examining the orange bottle with two tablets inside. Before he could wonder any more about it, Rick was approached, so he tossed the bottle in her bag, not wanting to be confronted with any more questions he didn't know the answer to.

"Damn it, man." T-Dog shook his head, following behind Rick. He looked relieved but still wasn't happy with Daryl, "don't do that. We were goin' nuts."

"Where is she?" Rick tilted his head to look behind Daryl, the front door was wide open but he didn't see Toby.

"Out back," He answered, avoiding eye contact. "House is clear, no Walkers. One room in the hall is locked though."

"I can't believe she did that," Tyreese said, obviously ruffled. "I get last night was the worst we've had in a while, but do we have to be watching for this now?"

Sasha shook her head, walking up behind her brother. Her nose and the corners of her eyes around it were blue with bruises. She still had a bit of dried blood on her face. "no, no. She's a smart kid, she was just . . ."

"I thought that too." T-Dog went on after Sasha couldn't finish. "But what if we didn't see her run out? What if-"

"-Stop. Just shut up," Daryl interrupted in a calm voice. He hadn't said it to be mean. "Not happenin' again. Shit's different."

T-Dog rolled his eyes, "because you blew your fuse? She's fine as long as you promised not to again?"

Daryl pressed his lips together, he hated himself at that moment. He wasn't sure how to tell them, he wanted to tell himself it wasn't the right time. But that would've been a lie, they were all there. Though, he still couldn't find the words.

"Why are you all the way out here?" Lori came up, her hand on her belly. Due to lack of maternity clothes her shirt was raised to reveal her belly button.

"Couldn't get her ta turn back," he answered.

"Shocker," T-Dog mumbled.

Daryl lifted his eyes to look the rest of the group over, not letting his gaze linger on anyone specific. "Shit last night doesn't matter, she was comin' here anyway."

"What does that even-"

"-It's her house," he finally got out, cutting the person off, he wasn't even paying attention to who was talking. He waited for the reactions. At first, there was silence, followed by a few questions of affirmations, asking him to repeat his words.

Daryl ignored their questions, he went on of his own accord, "she knew where we were goin' she knew where we were. She was gonna show up here anyways."

Rick stepped up the porch, glancing around, "she said that? What did she say?"

"Not really, well kinda. It's . . . fuck, man, I don't know. This is fucked."

T-Dog denied it, "there's no way. Everywhere we've been, all these months-"

"-She had the fuckin' keys, T." Daryl said tiredly. "Door was locked."

"She found them somewhere-"

"-Yeah, the bottom of her bag."

"The keys!" Lori's hand was on her face, "When Shane found her, she took the keys from her car. She always had them in her hand, she slept with them. She never even put them down until . . ." Lori trailed off as if realising something she lifted her eyes to meet Daryl's. After only a few seconds, she shut her mouth and shook her head.

Silence washed over them again, each of them lost in thought. The only ones absent were Carl and Guillermo, who were told to stay in the RV.

"Fuck!" T-Dog exclaimed. "Oh my God. She came looking for him."

T-Dog's eyes meant Daryl's as if searching for the answer.

"Think so," Daryl mumbled.

T-Dog put his hands on his knees, leaning forward, "I think I'm going to be sick."

Lori stepped closer and put a hand on his back, "hey-"

T-Dog shoved her hand away, stepping back to look her in the eyes. "This is us, you know that right? This is on us."

Lori shook her head, "No, why-"

"-If we told her, from the start, she wouldn't have anyone to be looking for. We should've told that kid he was dead."

"We didn't know!" She defended.

"But we did, Lori! He was gone, we knew he wasn't coming back. It's all the same. There's no difference as long as her dad is not around. We gave her a ghost to chase after, we made her wait for weeks. Why did we think she stopped so easily?"

"No, this is on me, and Shane. That was our responsibility, not yours."

"That's just an excuse, all of us, Carol, Andrea, Dale. We knew she was waiting, we just kept hoping you or Shane would break it to her because that's what we thought. It wasn't on us. But wow, how freaking selfish were we to just hang back and go on like it didn't matter."

Rick stepped in then, "stop. Blaming yourself isn't helping anything. You weren't being selfish, no one was, everyone was just trying to do what they thought was right."

T-Dog's expression contorted into an expression that almost mirrored confusion, before melting into disgust. "We weren't doing what we thought was right, we were doing what was easy. Rick, we robbed that kid of her grief."

T-Dog cornered the others with his words. Lori knew he was right, there was no good response to what he said. Tyreese and Sasha didn't know a lot about the situation, but they stayed out of it, they didn't know enough to give their input. The siblings simply stood together and glanced at each other in pity.

Daryl broke the silence, "place ain't bad to hole up in for a bit. In the back the hill is steep, no Walker's gonna be climbin' that. Nothin's sneakin' up on us."

After more silence, there were some murmurs of agreement. They still had to make plans to search more of the town, and Tyreese had to make his own plans to go to his ex-wife's home. Carnesville seemed to hold more baggage than originally anticipated.

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