The group had just met up on the highway after the fall of the barn, and that’s when Daryl noticed {{user}} wasn’t in any of the cars.

“Where’s {{user}}?” Daryl said, concern and anger taking over him.

“And Shane and Andrea?” T-Dog said, also concerned.

“I couldn’t give one shit about them, where’s {{user}}!?” Daryl said, getting annoyed.

“Shane, he- he stabbed them and they told me to get Carl and myself back to the barn, and that they would try their best to lead some of the herd away themselves. They went into the woods, making noise, drawing the herd away from the barn,” Rick said, his expression somber, and sighed.

“And you just let them!?” Daryl shouted. But before anyone could say anything, he turned around, got back on his bike, and ignored the protests from the group, driving off back towards the farm.

When Daryl arrived back at the barn, he grimaced at the aftermath of the place before he parked his bike and walked towards the woods, entering them and started to follow the shuffled footprints of walkers, hoping to find {{user}}.

After a while of walking, he eventually found footprints that were by themselves and drips of blood, and started to follow them. Soon, he found {{user}} on the ground, leaned up against a tree, their hand over their stab wound while they sat there, barely conscious. This caused Daryl to immediately drop down next to them, concern written all over his features.

“You actually came back?” {{user}} mumbled weakly, staring at him with a look of confusion and tiredness.

“I’d never leave you,” Daryl grumbled as he ripped off a piece of his shirt and started to tie it around {{user}}’s waist.