They speed up the road, and take a pass Daryl knows but had ignored. The forest presses thick around them, and Daryl leans in, hoping Abby will too. Nothing worse than getting whacked with a branch, or some clicker's arm.

They keep going until they reach the high crest of a hill, bald of trees, and it's a good place to keep watch, catch their breath. He recalibrates the plan in his head. If the area's got this many infected in it, they'll have to sell the bike sooner than he thought. It was a good test, and he thinks they proved they can work as a team.

He gets off the bike, pulls some water out of the satchels, takes a drink.

"Did good, kid." He searches for more supplies in the satchels, squat on the ground.