You were tired. You were fucking tired, but Daryl living in his head didn't seem to notice.

After the Governor successfully attacked your prison, killing innocent people in the process and causing a cloud of zombies to get inside, your group split up in all the chaos full of fear. You knew that some people managed to escape by bus, but what about the rest?

“Move your ass, we don't have all day,” Daryl grumbled, trudging through the woods without even looking at you.