"Could just walk there," Daryl muttered as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. It wasn't a real suggestion. It was three thousand miles through land he had no real knowledge of how to survive in. Desert anyway. Assuming they went straight across. If they went north, hell, he didn't really know. South he was pretty sure was more desert. And fuck the mountains in between. Could get lost in those for months. Best case scenario of heading east, assuming everything went in their favor, was they'd get there in three months. But knowing that nothing would go in their favor cause it so rarely did, they'd probably die (again) sometime before they even got close.

Daryl pushed those thoughts aside and tugged at the front of his 'borrowed' shirt, "Got someplace I can pick up some new clothes. These ones need ta go."