The world now ain't so different than it's always been, he thinks. Biters're new but they're not what's dangerous, not really. The dead don't scare him. She doesn't, either, but he'd be a fool if he didn't think she was more dangerous.
People who know that, they're the ones who survive, mostly.
"Ain't nobody stoppin' you, Princess. Told you. Thought I'd take me a nice ol' vacation, go walkin'."
That shit-eating grin is gonna outlive him, honest to God.
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People who know that, they're the ones who survive, mostly.
"Ain't nobody stoppin' you, Princess. Told you. Thought I'd take me a nice ol' vacation, go walkin'."
That shit-eating grin is gonna outlive him, honest to God.
"So, where we goin?"
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"I'm going to get a damn car," she grumbles. "You can go back to Pleasantville with your tail between your legs."
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Standing his ground, he stuffs his hand in his pocket, glances idly around them like they are just out for a pleasant stroll. Might as well be.
"Maybe I wanna see what you find."