"Where'd your little girlfriend go, little brother?" Merle asked Daryl as he approached him from behind.
"I don't know who you're talking about." Daryl muttered. He was taking the whole 'forget about me' thing literally.
"The one with the pretty face and the prettier ass," Merle laughed. "I heard you guys having a lil' chat before I came on over."
"Just leave it." Daryl said. "She was a bitch."
"Well, that is what you get for being nice to a stranger. She had nothing to do with us, and she doesn't want anything to do with us. Can't trust people see," he said. "You got me, I'm all ya' need. There 'aint no humanity left in this world, just disrespect for us." He rustled Daryl's hair and shifted his gun up onto his shoulder.
"You're right." Daryl hissed. "Don't need no-one. I 'aint helping nobody anymo'."
"That's the spirit," Merle chuckled. "Now let's go grab what's left in this shit-hole and make our way to Atlanta. See if there's any safe place there."
"But isn't that where people will be? I thought we couldn't trust people," Daryl said half-jokingly.
"We'll be amongst other people, not with them. It's better than out here anyway."
"Whatever. Let's go."
And so, they left for Atlanta. And I had no hope in hell of seeing them again.
Good riddance?