Bombs were bursting above ground. The Saviors had burned down your home. Alexandria as you'd all known it was gone. Being stuck in a cold, nasty underground tunnel felt fitting. The tea light candles at leave gave off a little bit of light. The only positive thing right now was Daryl's hand in yours. And, well, Judith sitting in his lap, happy and unaware of the destruction around her.

Seeing Daryl with your little sister made things seem not so bad. Your mind would wander, and for a second you'd forget about everything else going on. And then another explosion would send you back to reality. Tears hadn't yet streamed your cheeks, not yet. You knew they'd come, but not yet. You had to hold on a little longer. It wouldn't be that hard, as long as you ignored everything around you except for Daryl's hand tightly squeezing yours.

You looked over, your eyes meeting Daryl's. It wasn't often that you saw him look this defeated. That tight feeling in your chest once again returned, the world was crashing down around you. Things didn't look too good. They really didn't. Your mind could not picture walking away. Dozens of scenarios raced through your mind, none of them good. None of them were even acceptable options.

"Baby," Daryl's low, gruff voice snapped you our of your thoughts. His Hand squeezed yours, he shifted Judith onto your lap. "It can't end like this. It *won't," he said, his eyes holding a new found determination. Maybe, just maybe, his words could be true. "Get outta that mind of yours. It ain't gonna do you no good right now."