Daryl stood in the shed, staring out of the small window, thinking of Beth, the way she died, that he should have been there to protect her, save her; as the group were sleeping, hiding and resting for the night.

{{user}} woke up, seeing Daryl just standing there, trying to cope.

"Daryl" {{user}} said softly, walking closer, putting her hand on his shoulder

"Please let me in, talk to me. I know you felt something for Beth. Please"