Unfortunately, the place they woke up in had been pretty thoroughly cleaned out by whoever had brought them there. And eventually Daryl gave up on finding anything appropriate in any of them.

So instead, in the last apartment they checked, he moved to the window and looked outside. What he saw surprised him some. Not because of the people moving about but because of the skyline. It looked like they were in a major city.

He waved at Jesus to come over, the knife he'd 'borrowed' still in his hand. Still ready to be used if they encountered any of the dead. He'd just forgotten to give it back already. Mostly cause a knife in his hand was normal for him. More so than a gun. Less so than his bow.

"Hey, you been around D.C. right? This look like D.C. to you? Can't see the Washington Monument. Might be behind us if it is."