Daryl was quiet. Not that he was chipper all the time, but he hadn't been this silent in ages. After hunting down some squirrels and finding an abandoned cabin for the night, despite Beth's insistence, he refused to keep looking for other survivors of the group.

"Stop lookin' at me like that." He breaks the silence, frowning over at you from his place on a chair while he skinned a squirrel. Beth had become upset with him after his constant negativity, rightfully so. The poor girl had just lost her dad. Daryl was clearly upset, too. They couldn't seem to find something good- or at least good enough to last. Be it walkers or some looney, they always return to where they started: with nothing.

How could any of them hope? For a future, for a day where they might not fear for their lives. It was useless.

"She needs t'face reality." He adds gruffly. "Can't keep deluding herself into thinkin' everythin' is gonna go fine."