Mac watched Daryl as they made their way through the gravel of the rail yard. He was walking with tension in his body something that Mac himself had, something he'd have till the bruises on Daryl's throat were gone and Merle was back. Mac felt his face twist into a feral sneer at the thought of Shane tackling Daryl like that and the panic he had seen in his brother.

He'd got sick as he had come back from his hunt. A gut wrenching type of sick that had him racing back to camp knowing something wasn't fucking right. He could feel Daryl's anxiety before he had ever got a glimpse of him and when he felt that flash of fear lance his blood...he'd never felt more murderous in his life. It was like their father all over again and Mac stormed into camp primed and ready to kill any and everyone who got in his way while he tried to get to his brother.

Seeing the panic though that his brother was going through had speared him on the spot and had him running at full tilt towards Shane. Part of him wished he'd not dropped his gun cause he'd killed the motherfucker right there, let history repeats itself. He'd never see his brother go through that shit again. Never. He wasn't done with Shane.

Daryl's shifting body snapped Mac from his inner thoughts and he looked over seeing them coming to a stop. Glenn turned looking at them uneasiness gracing his features, "We walk from here."

Mac was up and out of the of the truck before anyone had time to stand waiting for Daryl by the fence. He needed to keep his space from these motherfuckers or he was going to kill every last one of them and leave them in Atlanta like they did Merle. Daryl stepped up next to him both of their eyes taking in the skyline of the city.

Daryl gripped his forearm, "Calm down."

Mac looked over at him but Daryl was looking out in front of them still while the men gathered themselves. "If we don't find him..."

Daryl's grip tightened on his arm just before he started walking not letting him finish or waiting on the men. They made quick time getting the building that Merle was supposed to be cuffed to. Stepping silently over the broken glass and sneering at the loud motherfuckers behind him and Daryl crushed their way across it.

"Goddamn." He muttered.

Daryl's eyes landed on him and he seen a rare smirk on his brothers face before his eyes started sweeping the store again. Mac cut a wide arc around the room coming up behind a walker just as Daryl seen it. "Ugly skank." Mac snorted at Daryl's words and drive the knife hard into her skull.

Racing up the stairs the brothers wait impatiently as the chain falls free both bursting through the door desperate to get to their older brother. Daryl is the first over the steps and Mac feels his heart slam painfully. He doesn't need to see Daryl's face or even look to know what his brother is feeling. It's worse feeling sinking into him as Daryl's emotions assaulted him.

Daryl's pained yell pulled forward Mac striding quickly to see what he fears is laying there. Mac comes to a stand still seeing a puddle of blood around Daryl's booted feet but no sign of what happened. Chest heaving just as Daryl spins around his eyes burning through T-dog. Mac can hear them yelling around him but he's focused on the blood and the tools lying around.

"Daryl calm down." Andrea tries soothingly.

"I wont hesitate." Rick barks.

He hears the harsh breathing of his brother and spins seeing Rick's gun leveled at his head. This motherfucker has already ripped on brother from his fuckin' life. Mac slams into Rick with enough force that his gun clattered to the ground soundly. Mac backs him hard and fast to the edge of the roof forcing the man out over the ledge.

"Taking one wasn't fuckin' enough' officer friendly." Mac snarls over him.

He feels small hands gripping his shirt trying to pry him back from the edge where he's holding the man but he'll not be moved. Rick's eyes are wide and on him regret flashing brightly through them. Mac snarls again feeling his control slipping and teetering on that edge so close to what he wants. He can almost see Rick slamming into the ground below them, see the walkers below tearing into what's left of him.

"Mac." Daryl's voice pierces the fog in his mind. "Mac."

Blinking his eyes he looks over his shoulder seeing raw pain in the mirrors of his own eyes. Releasing Rick quickly he strides to him seeing Andrea out of the corner of his eye watching him. Both brother's circle the blood dropping to their knees, "He's alive."

Daryl looks up meeting his eyes, "He is."

Both stand grabbing their shit not casting a backward glance to the other men. If he looks at them he knows he's gonna kill both men for what they've done to Merle. He needs away from them. He needs to get Daryl away before something happens to him because of these dumbasses.

"Where are you doing?" Andrea's soft voice is just beside him.

Turning his head, "To find my fuckin' brother."

Andrea never misses a step as she slides between the pair of them not allowing them to leave her behind. "What the fuck you doin'?" Daryl asks.

Stopping on the path of the blood both men mirror their motions and eye her, "You aint gonna be able to keep up." Mac hisses.

Andrea shoots him a look, "What did I tell you at camp? If It was Amy I'd want the same compassion and help!"

Daryl throws his hand silencing Mac before he can unleash his anger on her, "You keep up and don't get in the way, do as we fuckin' say..."

Andrea nodded her head, "Of course."

Daryl wastes no more words and his down the steps into the next building before Rick and T-Dog can catch up. He hears Glenn behind them but doesn't look over his shoulder. The little bastard was fast on his feet and as long as he didn't get in the way he'd be fine.

Mac smirks kicking the body of two dead walkers and shoots a triumphant look to Daryl, "Tough son of bitch."

Daryl kneels his hand inspecting the wound, "His boot knife."

Mac shoots his eyes to Andrea as she nears them looking over the wound, "How can you tell?"

Daryl looks up and then to Mac telling him to handle it without having to speak. Mac circles around forcing her to drop low to her knees as his fingers hover over the wound tracing the entrance, "Pattern of the blade, you can see the serration marks of the blade. Most knifes have a definite pattern to them and curve. Me, Merle, and Daryl have the same boot knives."

"Calling card." Daryl muttered under his breath.

Andrea looked down to his boot and he slid the knife free handing it to her for her to look at in comparison, "How are you sure it's not someone with the same knife?"

Mac and Daryl both grinned, "He only made three."

"Merle?"

"Grandfather." Daryl speaks just from in front of her.

Rick and T-dog appeared through the door both watching him warily as they walked closer to Daryl. Mac felt his ire rise the closer the pair got and he felt the cool gaze of Daryl sweep across him. He walked closer to where he was still kneeling with Andrea with Glenn just over her shoulder watching what he had said.

"I dropped a bag of guns. I think it'd be best to get them before spreading the search further." Rick placated.

Daryl shook his head, "We're close to him."

Rick nodded, "He could be laid up somewhere but three of here have no weapons. We need those guns."

Mac stood up pulling Andrea with him without thought, "What the fuck you mean no weapons? Why the fuck would you come then?" He snarled.

He felt the knife being tucked back into his hand and clenched his fist around it, "I left my pistol with Amy."

Mac's eyes shot down to her his eyes sweeping searching for something on her that she could use as a weapon. "Goddamn." Gripping her wrist he slammed the knife back into her hand, "Don't fuckin' lose it."

Turning he seen Daryl looking at him with his head tilted and fought the smirk that despite the situation wanted to spread across his face. His tongue slid across his lips and Daryl read him like a book, like they always could each other. Shaking his head, "Stick close blondie." Daryl chuckled.

Andrea's eyes flicked to Daryl and she nodded, "Planned on it."

Mac circled around behind Daryl as Rick talked over the plan with him everyone. His hand hit on his brothers back but Daryl kept still as Mac lifted his shirt just enough to expose the Rock Island .45. Slipping it from the back of his pants he felt Daryl shift and look at him but shook his head his eyes landing on the group.

Mac slid his spare sidearm into the back of Daryl's jeans letting the larger gun set heavily in the belted waste. Mac circled back around to the group with Daryl shadowing him coming to rest just behind Andrea. She looked over shoulder her eyes searching him but Mac just leaned over watching as Glenn depicted the plan for the guns.

"Sounds good to me. I'll take Daryl with me though." Glenn looked at the man in question.

"Why me?" Daryl growled.

"You crossbow is quieter than his pistol."

"Fair enough."

Glenn went on explaining where everyone else should wait. Mac snarled out a breath as he was sent to group with the other men. "Fuck that. You aint splittin' me and Daryl up."

Glenn looked up and swallowed not meeting his eyes, "Ok then."

"Me and Andrea will run to get the guns watching each others back. We'll go first for Dixons but if we can't get there we'll run the length to you two." Glenn shot Andrea a look and she nodded her face set in stone.

Making their way towards the step Mac let his eyes land on her and swallowed seeing her still gripping the handle to only piece of his grandfather he had left. Gripping her forearm as everyone else stepped through the door he stopped her just as Daryl turned looking at him sensing his anxiety. Daryl met his eyes then looked to Andrea but said nothing stepping through the door.

"What are you doing?" Andrea questioned.

Mac pulled Daryl's .45 from the front of his waist band catching her eyes and put the gun in her hand, "If your ass is hell bent on running into a herd then take a goddamn gun."