Daryl doesn't know where the nearest river is. He hauls Rani into the car and heads off, looking for a dirt road or a line of trees somewhere. Neither of them should come back to camp with that much gore on them and no supplies. Daryl takes a frontage roads off to the side and stops, listening for any walkers that would have been scared up by the sound of a dying motor.

"Didn't think I'd ever be even with some queen."

Listening to the sound of the day dying around them, crooning birds and angry bugs, Daryl tries to hear the sound of a river.

"Y'know, once I got shot in the head." He taps the scar high on his brow, covered now by dark hair. "Thought I was a walker coming into camp."