I sat outside in the gloomy afternoon in the corner of the porch, waiting for Daryl to come back with the things he promised me a few minutes ago. A motorcycle engine revved from inside the walls which caught my attention. I stood up, Daryl speeding past me in the direction of the gates. What in the fuck was he doing? I sprinted after him only to be met with the sight of him speeding off down the road. I glared at Rosita who was currently in charge of the gate. She stood towards the corner, silent.

"Why the fuck didn't you stop him," I snapped at her. She looked like she was about to say something, but I turned my attention to Michonne and Glenn who were frantically hopping into a van behind me, beginning to roll forward once they closed both of their doors as if they didn't even notice me standing there. I jumped out in front of them. "Wait!"

"God dammit Aften, I could've hit you," Glenn hissed out the window. I ran around to the door, sliding it open and sitting in the backseat. "He's gonna be pissed when he sees you."

"I don't care. He didn't tell me he was leaving," I growled. "Just drive."

We sped off down the road for a while, later stopping at some train tracks. Seeing them sent a shudder through my body. I shook the negative thoughts of Terminus from my head by looking around at the different things that were littered on the tracks. The three us climbed out of the van. Glenn nudged my arm, handing me his handgun. I took it from him. We walked down the tracks, looking for anything Daryl might've touched. I spotted a biter devouring a man's body. I looked away as Michonne stabbed it; I couldn't stand seeing that shit anymore. It filled me with despair. Glenn nudged another freshly kilt biter with his foot which laid next to a fallen, leafy green tree.

"He must've been here," he said. I lifted up the branches to look underneath. Daryl's motorcycle laid in the gravel. Shit.

"He was," I called out to Michonne and Glenn. "We gotta find him."

"This way." Michonne waved us over to her, leading us through a clearing. A figure moved in the woods ahead of us. I squinted my eyes, staring hard to observe it. A flash of angel wings came into view. I began to run towards them.

"Aften," Glenn hissed, trying to get me to stop. I entered into the woods, the leaves crunching beneath my feet. An arrow hit the tree next to my head. I gazed up at Daryl, disgusted.

"Watch where you're shooting," I spat.

"You shouldn't have come," Daryl glared at me, angrily retrieving his arrow.

"You shouldn't have either," Michonne retorted.

"You shouldn't have even left! You never even told me you were coming out here," I shook my head in disbelief. "I was sitting on the porch waiting for you to come back and you just up and leave?"

"I got shit to do," Daryl mumbled.

"So what," I almost hollered with annoyance.

"We all got shit to do, but you're gonna get yourself killed all over her." Glenn wagged his finger in Daryl's face.

"He tied me up," Daryl yelled back at him. "Knocked me out, stole my bike. I tried to help them. I shoulda killed 'im and now I'm gonna."

"Leave it be, Daryl," I spoke up, my voice stern. "Come home."

"Leave it be? He killed Denise. I don't want him killin' anyone else, especially you." Daryl squinted his eyes at me. "I need to be out here."

"I can't," Glenn whispered. "I can't afford to watch you waste your life like this."

"Me either," Michonne chimed in, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Look, it's done. It happened. No need to make things worse than they already are," Glenn continued.

"Then leave if ya wanna! I don't give a shit." Daryl stomped away from us. I sighed, eyeing Michonne and Glenn.

"I have to go with him," I told them before following after Daryl. "I can't keep being away from him all the time."

"You're gonna get yourself killed," Glenn hollered after me. I stopped, turning around.

"Yeah? Well, you do crazy shit for the people you love. You of all people should know that." I turned back around, hustling to catch up to Daryl.

"Why the hell are you out here," he said to me once I caught up with him. "Told ya to never come out here again."

"How do you think I felt when I saw you drive past on your motorcycle when you promised me you were coming back to sit with me? I hate being helpless in Alexandria all day and night while you go risk your life and watch people die."

"It's better for you inside the walls. You don't need to keep seein' all this shit."

"You don't even know all the shit I've seen in Woodbury. And what I've had done to me? Don't tell me I don't need to see shit 'cause it's inevitable. These motherfuckers are gonna pop up anywhere and everywhere."

"Ye're broken," Daryl fired at me. "Ye're a beautiful fuckin' mess and everythin' you see destroys you from the inside out and you don't realize it. It happens to everyone but you, you let it manifest and eat away at your brain," he whispered. "You just haven't sat down to think about it yet." I was struck silent. The both of us stared at each other with fire in our eyes. Before Daryl could say anything else, a yelp ripped through the silence. We raised our weapons and hustled to the location of the sound, staying low while keeping quiet. Through the trees, Michonne and Glenn sat with their hands tied behind their backs and gags in their mouths. I cussed to myself. No one should've came out here today.

The two of them caught our gaze. Daryl held his finger up to his lips, hushing them. Glenn tried to signal for us to turn back before it was too late, making noises for us to get the hint. A gun cocked behind us.

"Hi, Daryl," a haunting voice greeted the both of us. A man stood behind me, pointing a gun at my head. I slowly put my hands up in surrender. My eyes cautiously flickered behind Daryl. A tall, skinny man with stringy, long blonde hair stood behind him. The left side of his face was burned. He pulled the trigger on his gun once Daryl had turned around to face him. Blood sprayed everywhere, sprinkling the side of my face. My eyes widened, tears immediately flooding them. I opened my mouth to scream but I was silenced by him. "Don't make me shoot you too, sweetheart." I closed my mouth, trembling in my spot. My eyes crept over to look at Daryl, but stopped myself when I felt sick to my stomach from all the blood I could see; Daryl's blood dripped down my cheek. "You'll be alright."