Daryl’s jaw tensed as he debated whether or not to go after whatever was making the noise. On the one hand, it didn’t sound like anything particularly threatening. In fact, it sounded like a small child. But then again, there was a lot about this place they didn’t fully understand. It could have been something dangerous for all they knew.
Still, he wouldn’t let Michonne go by herself, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was crying wasn’t something that could defend itself anyway. He squinted his eyes as he followed after her, in a vain effort to see through the darkness while they approached the source of the noise. The closer they got, the louder it became, until the outline of a small figure began to show itself in the shadows. It wasn’t until they got closer that it struck Daryl what it was.
“Little girl?” he said, both in surprise and trepidation. He glanced at Michonne, a frown deepening on his face as he lowered the knife. “Who the hell leaves a little girl out like this?” he whispered.
His voice seemed to have caught the girl’s attention, and she jerked her head up to look around frantically, not facing either of them. Daryl came to a halt and he shot a look to Michonne, unsure of how to approach the girl now. She seemed frightened, that much was for certain, but there was something else about her...something off.