Terminus was... not what they expected.
They had been prepared. Prepared for someone like the Governor. Or people like Merle. People like Abraham, or crazy like Morgan, something Rick told him about. But when they strolled in the back door, they'd never thought... It had never occurred to them that people would eat other people. He could see it in their eyes, too, all his companions new and old. He could see the sickness there, their stomachs roiling, horrorstruck. Even Rick, who'd talked to his dead wife for a while. Even Glenn, who'd gone into a well after a soggy walker. Even Daryl, who'd briefly worn dead men's ears around his own throat.
All of them, having had to kill those they loved, bullets and knives in brains.
They'd all had their moments. But they'd never... called people to them, promised them safety, and then eaten them.
He knew that, like the near rape of Carl, it would live in them until the day they died. Each of them.
There'd been a kid, he'd helped them, eventually. Before they'd gotten out, Daryl had asked. About this tall, long blonde hair, usually with a braid. Blue eyes. Looks like a doll. She'd be... Daryl'd had to stop and think for a moment, trying to get his bearings. In the end, he still has to guess. She'd be about nineteen now. But the kid swears he'd remember a girl his age, especially if she was pretty. Daryl... Daryl won't say it to him, won't admit it, but yeah.
Before they disappear in the woods and run until they are too damned tired to do anymore, they talk about burning the place down. Daryl says nothing on it, except that they'd best be moving quick. He doesn't want to think about the last time he'd seen a place burn.