Amy: Sure! I'll teach you all about nail knots and stuff.

Amy chuckles. She looks at Lori.

Amy: If that's okay.

Lori: You won't catch me arguin'.

Louis: I was half expectin' a shark, but this'll do.

Amy: Shut up. She says, chuckling and playfully punching him in the arm.

Dale walks up.

Andrea: Hey, Dale! When's the last time you oiled those line reels? They are a DISGRACE.

Dale: I, uh...I don't want to alarm anyone, but...we may have a bit of a problem. He says as Shane walks up.

Dale turns around and gestures to Jim, who's still digging.

[Atlanta]

You all continue to follow the blood trail to an open door. Rick and Daryl stop before walking through it completely.

Daryl: Merle!

Rick: We're not alone here. Remember?

Daryl: Screw that. He could be bleedin' out, you said so yourself.

He walks through the door.

T-Dog: Shh!

You all walk into a room with a lit stove that has blood and a belt on it. There's a hot trowel laid on it with burned gunk on it.

You pick it up by the handle.

Glenn: What's that burned stuff?

You: ...It's skin. He cauterized the stump.

Daryl looks at Rick.

Daryl: Told you he was tough.

You set the trowel back down.

Daryl: Ain't nobody can kill Merle but Merle.

You: Don't take that on faith. He lost a lotta blood.

Daryl starts walking off.

Daryl: Yeah?

You all continue to follow.

Daryl: Didn't stop him bustin' outta THIS death trap.

You make it to a broken window.

Glenn: He left the building? Why the hell would he do that?

Daryl: Why wouldn't he? He's out there alone, as far as he knows. Doin' what he's gotta do. He says as Rick peeks out of the window.

He pulls his head back inside.

Daryl: Survivin'.

T-Dog: You call that SURVIVIN'? Just wanderin' out in the streets, maybe passin' out? What are his odds out there?

Daryl: No worse than bein' handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks.

He gets face-to-face with Rick.

Daryl: You couldn't kill him. Ain't so worried about some dumb dead bastard.

Rick: What about a thousand dumb dead bastards? Different story?

Daryl: Why don't you take a tally? Do what you want. I'mma go get him.

You: Daryl, wait. You say, pushing him back.

Daryl: Get your hands off me! You can't stop me!

You: I don't blame you. He's family, I get that. I'd do the same if I had a chance to see my mom again. I understand... He can't get far with that injury. We could help you check a few blocks around, but ONLY if we keep a level head.

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