**Daryl's POV**
Were sitting on the side of the road like sitting ducks, walkers could easily come at us from all sides.
We should really get the hell out of here and on to the road.
"That's a habit of yours I noticed".
I look up to see Claire looking at me.
"What habit"? I grunt.
"You bit your nails. Alot". She says.
"And"?
"Nothing".
She turns on her heal and walks away towards Glenn.
God that women confuses me.
This is a short chapter. Sorry. I am in school right now. Only four more days. Lol this is my first Authors Note and it sucks. Hope you are enjoying this fanfic.
