(In the truck with Denise and Daryl)

(gears grinding)

Denise: It-- the
Daryl: What?
Denise: Forget it.

(gears grinding)

Daryl: No, what?
Denise: I think maybe you're disengaging it too soon. I've been driving stick since I was 15, usually beat-up trucks like this. I mean, before-- you know, before I left home. My brother taught me, so I just know.

(gears grinding)

Alice: Daryl
Daryl: Yep. Stay here.
Alice: I got it.

(walker growling)

Denise: This happened fast. Tree rotted out. It wasn't people.

(growling stops)

Alice: Come on, it's clear.
Daryl: What'd you find?
Denise: Bottles of booze any takers?
Daryl: No, thanks.
Denise: For later.
Alice: I'm not bringing these to the pantry I'm good.
Denise: They were kind of my parent's thing. Which is why they aren't mine.
Daryl: That truck ain't gonna make it past this tree Come on, let's walk.

They walked until they saw some train tracks

Denise: Hold up Looks like a straight shot if we follow the tracks.
Daryl: No. No tracks. We'll take the road.
Alice: That's twice as far.
Daryl: Go whichever way you like. I ain't taking no tracks.
Denise: We should stick together.

Then Denise follows Daryl