Daryl had told Glenn and T-Dog to get back to the others as quickly as possible and warn them that they should be ready to move as soon as he and Rick returned. He'd also told them to get everyone moving without him and Rick if the walker herd moving in their direction became any threat at all.
He'd then moved on in the direction of the town. T-Dog had mentioned an old abandoned factory on the outskirts. "Good a place to hole up in as any," he'd said, and Daryl was planning to check it out.
As he moved through the forest the headache that had plagued him on and off since the farm returned. He'd been mostly pain free the last few weeks, but he'd run out of painkillers a couple of days ago and since then the familiar throbbing in his temples had started to return. Nothing to do now but push through it. He had to find Rick.
Warned about the ravine full of walkers Daryl skirted it when it came in sight. He could see how it made traveling easier because the forest was getting unusually dense here. But at least the undergrowth didn't try to take a bite out of you every two steps.
Finally the brush cleared and Daryl shielded his eyes from the glare which was making his head throb, even though the sky was overhung. He'd learned that light sensitivity was never a good sign, and knew the headache would get a lot worse before it got better.
Across an expanse of dead grass he could spot the factory. The odd walkers were dotted between him and the factory, but as long as he didn't move too slowly they shouldn't be any trouble. He pulled the knife from his belt and squared his shoulders. Squinting, trying to ignore the spots dancing before his eyes and the nausea threatening to creep up, Daryl ducked low and started towards the factory.