Rick takes Daryl, Sasha, Glenn and Bob to follow what there was of a trail.
Before he leaves, Daryl can't stop himself from nudging Maggie. Tilting his head to where Beth is opening up a package of stale crackers for herself and Carl. He can't stop himself from telling Maggie to keep safe, but it comes out more like a question, a plea.
She only gives him half a smile.
The trail crossed the road they'd been avoiding. They find a trashed, empty can of Similac formula. Two or three miles in, they break through the trees, into what was once a driveway but now the trees, broken branches, dead tall grass have overtaken it.
If they followed the lane to the left, Daryl was sure they'd find a property.
He asks Rick, "How we doin' this?"
Rick replies after a moment of thought, "Let's just have a look first. A good one. Not another Terminus."
So they stick to either side of the lane, moving through the trees, as silent as you can be in the dying winter woods. It starts to thin the closer they get to the end of the lane, becomes harder to find cover without the green leaves of summer.
Around the house, in front of the door, is a line of scraps, metal, tin cans, forks and spoons, strung up.
Before they can get within 20 yards of the place, before they can make any sort of plan or decision now, a voice shouts, "Stop there! I can see you moving!"