Daryl twitched, gripping the girl closer he held her close to the point she whimpered. He had a reason to protect the child, he knew it was her or the parent. He didn't want the girl hurt. When the blizzard came he felt the girl shiver, letting to he took off his jacket and pointed to a place she could hide. She darted and went inside. Without his jacket he twitched. His skinless arm ached heavily but he ignored it.<br/><br/>It wouldn't matter to loose the flesh, he could easily eat the dead mothers flesh. Yes Daryl would resort to that... He wouldn't care since the woman was dead. However... He froze. A twang sounded in his mind as she mentioned his dog. Gripping the floor he convulsed as he bit his mouth. Tears ran down his face before blood began to force out onto the linen wrap. Twitching he snapped. A crooked gaze came on his features as he stood slowly. Blood falling to the ground from his left arm. The snow sticking to his hair and skin as he was becoming a deadly pale color. Standing up he let out a laugh as crazed as a killer who acknowledged it but didn't care. The flesh on his right arm was turning grey as he turned to her. Daryl didn't look sane. The gaze Daryl had before was gone, only the eyes of one who had seen things no one should remained.<br/><br/>Alyson screwed up. His dog, was family, she was his sanity.<br/><br/>Looking to Alyson through his bangs he let the bloodied wrap shatter to show the fleshless arm he had from when he was twelve, "You love their lies, you love the blood... How will it feel for me to feed on you." He grinned. His eyes bloody and the skin still turning color. Gripping the couch he smashed it. Walking toward her he grinned but before getting close he jumped and kicked her in the face jumping back and rolling to the door, "Naughty naughty frosted bitch." He grinned sadistically as some flesh cracked and split. Slowly becoming black as the blood in him pumped to warm the muscles. Not the skin. The male flexed his hands as he tilted his head, "Ripping flesh from my family, they didn't last. I didn't either but here I am." He chuckled and pulled out his knife as he cleaned it. His breath was a cloud of steam.