[ Daryl just nods when Gabe declares it fucked. It was. It was years ago, so many years, and still, Daryl isn't sure he's ever seen anything worse than the killing floor. The piles of bones and carcasses in the yard, the train cars full of other trapped people. The cattle.

Realizing that the people there were all wearing and using their peoples' things. ]

They hunted us after. After we helped Carol kill most of them. Tried to eat one of ours slow.

[ At least, he'd been told all about it. He and Carol had already been heading into the city after Beth when the cannibals had attacked the church. ]

We met plenty of other bad groups. Crazy ones. But nothing like them again. Even when the world got even meaner.

Not everyone goes bad.