Daryl made no attempt to hide the next frustrated growl. Of course she'd gotten out and not listened to him. She didn't like sitting around when she thought she could help. Woman was too stubborn for her own good.

"No," he grumbled. "Just know they are. You found yourself something to hurt them with yet? A rock, a fallen branch? Any metal you can twist off to poke some eyes out with?"

With any luck, the rain would erase her scent until the walkers were right up on her. And block their eyesight enough that if she didn't move too much, they'd ignore her in favor of trying to get into the ship.