Alexandria

Chapter 4

Daryl walks straight into Rachel's house, only knocking as he opens the door.

"Rachel, you in?"

She comes out of the kitchen carrying a cup of coffee. "You're back."

"Yeah, just got back five minutes ago. Rick told me bout what happened with David. Ya ready ta go out?"

"Yeah, just let me finish this," she says as she downs the rest of her coffee.

"Ya remember where the tracks are?" He asks.

"Yes, they weren't that far, shouldn't take us long."

Daryl nods. "We can go on my bike, don't wanna take the horses in case things get ugly."

"Alright. Well i'll get my stuff together and meet you out front in five," she nods.

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"Lucky it didn't rain," Daryl says. "Ya right though, somethin went down here, some kinda scuffle at the least," Daryl points towards the tracks. "Those are walker tracks, can tell by the way they move."

"So why are there no bodies?" Rachel asks.

Daryl shakes his head. "Someone must've moved em."

"Why?"

"Maybe they knew them? It's a stretch i know, but it's the only thing that makes sense. Must've moved em and buried em."

"That is a stretch, Daryl. But i guess you're right."

"See here," Daryl points. "These prints are deeper, means they were carryin somethin heavy, most likely walkers."

"You think you can find out where they are?"

"Don't know, a lot went down here, that's why there's still tracks. But if you couldn't follow em, i doubt i can either. Let's walk a while, see what we can find."

They walk a while, Daryl following the tracks. "That's weird."

"What's weird?"

"These tracks, almost looks like they were walking with the dead."

"You think they were using a camouflage?"

Daryl nods. "Yeah, only thing that makes sense. Ain't much more tracks ta follow though."

"So should we head back?"

"Let's keep goin a little while," he says. "If we don't find anythin after a half hour, we'll head back."

They keep walking, Rachel wiping at her brow as beads of sweat roll down her face. She grabs a bottle of water from her rucksack, drinking it greedily.

"Gimme some a that," Daryl holds out his hand.

"It wouldn't kill you to say please," Rachel smiles as she hands it to him.

"We're family, don't have ta be nice ta one another. Save politeness for strangers," he smiles, taking a drink and handing it back over.

"Except that you're not polite to strangers either."

"I was ta you when we first met," he says.

"You held your crossbow to my head."

"An i didn't pull the trigger, that's polite," Daryl smiles.

Rachel laughs. "I guess you're not wrong. Not killing someone at first sight is today's version of being polite."

"Damn right, there's a lotta assholes out here, and worse. Like the Wolves," he says.