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Jane tilted her head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “No. I ain’t stupid enough to get bit or whatever. What about you? That why you hidin’?”

“Right, thought you meant a person,” Daryl mumbled. It just showed how much he had been listening. He wasn’t going to harm her, that was hardly his intent. He made his way up the road, keeping his eyes narrowed and aware of his surroundings. He hadn’t the foggiest idea where this girl came from, but he couldn’t leave someone, especially a kid, stranded here. “Hershel,” Daryl repeated, whirling around. “Wait a second, how do you know about him,” he asked, watching as the girl fell into step with him. “I know ‘im…”

Clementine glanced around nervously "Am.. Am I safe here?"

As the girl lowered the pistol, the younger Dixon brother lowered his crossbow. There was no need to keep it aimed, not if she was keeping quiet now. Besides, he had quick enough reflexes to react. “Ain’t been bit? S’good,” he mumbled, though he stopped when he heard the next sentence. Oh, great, it was a lost kid, wasn’t it? Daryl scowled and looked to the side. He shifted the bow onto his shoulder and looked at the other. “Kept runnin’, huh,” he said, looking around, “You all by yourself?”

“I don’t rightly know. Not anymore.” Jonathan shook his head, undecided on whether of not he wanted to follow her.

"You don't have to stay. You can go if you want." Pulling her hair back into a matted pony tail, Clem smiled slightly "Just take something with you"

“If I was bit, I woulda done myself the service of shootin’ myself in the head,” Daryl grunted, squinting slightly at the girl. Was she alone? His left eye twitched as he kept the bow aimed. He couldn’t trust anyone and he had the entire group to think about now. “What’re yah doin’ here?”

Clem lowered the pistol nervously and raised her hands "I-i haven't been bit. D-don't hurt me." She stepped backwards lightly, to distance herself once more. As he spoke, She pushed the matted hair out of her face "It's been years since.. since my friend Lee told me to run. I haven't stopped yet.."

“I have to admit, I don’t have the fondest of memories of it.” Crane crossed his arms over his chest, watching her. “They smell horrid.”

"You'll never get used to the smell." Glancing over the dead, Clem gave a sad sigh before making her way back towards the barn "Why are you out here?"