"C'mon, get up," Daryl grunts, nudging you as you lay against the tree. "We gotta find a place before sundown."

The governor took everything from you. The group is split, divided. You can't be certain anyone else made it besides you and Daryl, and it's taking a toll on both of you. But you need to find shelter, food, water. Sleeping in a car isn't sufficient, and Daryl wants to move on. You two haven't seen eye-to-eye on much since the governor took a tank to the prison.

Daryl looks down at you with his cold eyes and nudges you again, "I'll drag your ass if I have to, get up," he repeats firmly.