No, not the ones they put down. The ones they didn’t - the walkers, like the one I shot today. C'ause he’d have ripped into you, tried to eat you, taken some flesh at least. Well, I guess if this is the first you’re hearing it, I know how it must sound… But listen, one thing I do know - don’t you get bit. Bites kill you. The fever burns you out. But then after a while… you come back.
Maybe you people are better off without me. Go ahead. I say there’s a place for us, but maybe it’s just another pipe dream, maybe I’m fooling myself again. Why don’t you go find out yourself? Send me a postcard! Go on, there’s the door. You can do better, let’s see how far you get. No takers? Fine, but get one thing straight. If you’re staying, this isn’t a democracy anymore.