Joan knows what happens when people like Joan and Merle go too long without a solid plan of action. The result is Joan ending up dead on the side of the road. Her ambition is to live as long as possible to spite her brothers and father, be the last Dority standing when the Earth takes its last shuddering breath at the end of days. It's probably why picking up Merle in the first place was a dumb move, but that's life. If you're not making dumb moves, you're probably fucking dead.

More rumbling as she goes over more bodies. They hit the forest, and that shaves off a lot of the dead swarming them; she tries to stay on the roads Rick and the others kept clear in case of having to leave on some kind of convoy. Planned for every possibility, they did. Except fucking tanks.

And she thinks.

"There are supply caches," she says. They're hers, and she hasn't told... anybody about them, because it makes them think you're liable to cut and run. Which, fair. You never fucking know. "We'll hit them, and start looking for Daryl. You're almost as good a tracker as him."