Merle was still sitting on the rooftop, the sun hitting him from above, giving him a sunstroke. Merle's eyes were closed as he leaned against the windpipe. His entire face was red, and he made weird noises. Merle's head hang back slighty as his right wrist was bleeding from the handcuff that was around his right wrist.

Some walkers were behind the door that led to the rooftop, but they couldn't get in as T-dog locked the door good before he left with the others.