Daryl's hand went to the inside pocket of his vest once again. Checking to be sure. He had to be sure the little scrap of paper was still there as he trudged down the tracks with Joe's group, knowing he had to find a way clear of them.
It was all he had of her. The only bit of hope left in this world. Words that meant everything to him scrawled across a ripped sheet of lined notebook paper. The last thing she'd ever given him, hiding it inside the small pocket of his vest without his knowledge before he went on the medicine run.
Needed you to know I love you. Nine lives, remember.