At this point, she'd have to be a real fucking idiot not to know she's being toyed with. Knowing that should nullify her frustration. He wants her to be frustrated, so that should negate any annoyance she feels. But life just doesn't work that way. She tries to keep from grinding her teeth.
"You talk like I wanna end up in some little-- town." Some little place. Some little suburb. "Fuck those places."
"Can't make it with people, either," she snaps back too quickly for it to be anything but the truth. Her truth, anyway. "Good people're all dead. Rather be alone than..." She shakes her head. She's not going to talk about... whatever she feels edging up under her skin. Not with this prick.
Well, it's not like Merle can really claim he's the good people. Most of Woodbury... she's not gonna buy anything he says, though, so he doesn't bother. Time will tell; she'll meet them and she'll make up her mind, he figures.
And because she's not wrong, and he's kind of a prick, he doesn't bother answering her question. They've already driven past the right turnoff, but like hell was he gonna make it easy. They'll drop the car off, lose any biters, and hike back.
"Turn off here," he says abruptly, a few minutes later.
So she does without an argument. There's nothing to argue. She's still got her gun. For now, she's living large.
The car wheezes onto a frontage road, and she keeps an eye out for any signs advertising a place called Woodbury. She thinks she saw some, now that he's mentioned it, but she can't recall where. "What is this, the best kept secret in Georgia?" You suck at giving directions.
If she's trying to get a rise out of him, she'll have to make do with another shit-eating grin.
"Park anywhere you like, sugar, we're walkin'."
And if she behaves, he won't have to shoot her. He's trying to be polite and not even threaten to shoot her. He figures that's gonna last about eight seconds.
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"You talk like I wanna end up in some little-- town." Some little place. Some little suburb. "Fuck those places."
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"Things ain't like they used to be." He shrugs. "Can't make it the same on your own."
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"How close is it?"
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And because she's not wrong, and he's kind of a prick, he doesn't bother answering her question. They've already driven past the right turnoff, but like hell was he gonna make it easy. They'll drop the car off, lose any biters, and hike back.
"Turn off here," he says abruptly, a few minutes later.
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The car wheezes onto a frontage road, and she keeps an eye out for any signs advertising a place called Woodbury. She thinks she saw some, now that he's mentioned it, but she can't recall where. "What is this, the best kept secret in Georgia?" You suck at giving directions.
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"Park anywhere you like, sugar, we're walkin'."
And if she behaves, he won't have to shoot her. He's trying to be polite and not even threaten to shoot her. He figures that's gonna last about eight seconds.