The Dead Annie was gone, Gerald was still alive and well…

The more Daryl thought about it, the more pain he felt in his chest. As his head began spinning and a trickle of blood rolled down the corner of his mouth, the dying man—who was still pointing at Gerald—could only mutter in his sheer disbelief, “You… You… My… My Dead Annie…!”

Holding onto his chest as he continued mumbling to himself, it almost felt like Daryl had completely lost his soul… Not only that, but he now appeared much, much