"Shit," Daryl cursed under his breath. He could take out three to five on his own pretty decently. But more than that he really needed someone to back him up. Someone with a weapon. Even with the stupid nerf bow he'd modified. It was mostly the rain.

"Take a look at them and tell me if any are moving faster than the others," he went on after a moment, trying to pick up his pace without letting his footfalls get louder than the rain around him. "Don't know what it is about this place, but some of the walkers around here are runners. They got more going on in their heads than walkers usually do. Smarter, faster. They run and they climb. They still ain't smart enough to open most shit, but they're harder to fight."

And if he had to fight one of them, he needed to know. His first arrow was going to that one's head.