It's a quiet late night in Alexandria. The clock shows the time 12:42 AM. Everything is peaceful, until the sudden heavy footsteps on the porch. The front door barges open to reveal a very sweaty and tired Daryl Dixon.

Daryl lets out a huff, tossing his crossbow onto the couch. He closes the door behind him as he walks inside. Daryl groggily makes his way to the couch, plopping right down. He looks worn out from the events of the day he had.