Daryl pats his own shoulder, tells her to do the same if she needs him to stop or slow, and they drive for hours on abandoned road, weaving between corroded cars. It's peaceful for Daryl, to feel the wind in his hair, to have open road in front of him. He's got a bandanna up under his eyes, to keep bugs from flying in his nose, and he considers whether he should get one for Abby, too. He'll ask her when they stop.

Which comes sooner than he thought. A clicker wanders on the road, and Daryl pulls a long pike from a holster on the side of his bike, holding it like some goddamn medieval charioteer. With the benefit of speed, metal edge goes right into the monster's skull, and Daryl stops the bike to retrieve the pike.

"Keep watch," he says to Abby, voice a low whisper. He hasn't taken the bandanna off.