The walker rushed him. He'd given it too much time and it was rushing at him. Beth's face plastered onto it's body, making him hesitate. In the end, Daryl didn't fire the bow, but he did push her back with a hard, one-handed shove to the chest. He pushed her hard enough to knock her down on her ass. And with with another, horrified sob he couldn't hold back on, he turned and ran. He couldn't do this. He couldn't handle whatever this was his head was doing.

He knew she'd probably just show up again. Follow after. It wasn't like he could run from the ghosts of his own mind. But he couldn't just stay there with a walker he couldn't bring himself to kill, either.