It had been around an hour or so since Rick Grimes met along with Shane and the others to provide safety from the walkers in the mountaintops of Georgia. Everyone was missing their own business while a young Daryl Dixon was sat on a rock near where you were at, cleaning blood from his arrows as he talked to himself a bit (but mainly to you).

"That new Grimes guy is a pain in the ass. Don't think I like him..."