"Walkers is them zombies." He didn't see any at the moment to point out to her, though his eyes scanned the area looking for them. Just a minute ago the whole town had been crawling with the undead bastards. "The walking dead, though some people call 'em biters, or some other bull shit." Where the fuck did they go? They couldn't just disappear like that.
Daryl drew his gaze back to the woman in front of him. Her shirt was torn where his arrow had snagged her. The wound was...gone, though. And that just wasn't right. Daryl felt almost dizzy, and he took a step back.
"What the fuck is going on? Who are you?" he demanded, with a little more determination than the first time he'd asked the question.