Daryl proceeded through the forest, crossbow raised. A faint cry alerted him. Gripping his weapon tighter, he stalked toward the sound. He halted at the sight of a girl, huddled and sobbing. Lowering his bow, he rasped, "You injured?"

She flinched at his tone, arms protectively around her knees. Leaving a child went against his code. He jerked his head sternly. "C'mon. Back t'camp, you'll find shelter.”Without waiting for agreement, he turned on his heel, expecting her to follow.