But you know about the dead people, right? Yeah, I saw a lot of that. Out on the loading dock, piled in trucks.
No, not the ones they put down. The ones they didn’t. The walkers. Like the one I shot today. ‘Cause he’d have ripped into you, tried to eat you, taken some flesh at least.
“If only he had died like Hedwig, so quickly he would not have known it
happened. Or if he could have launched himself in front of a wand to
save someone he loved… He envied even his parents’ deaths now. This
cold-blooded walk to his own destruction would require a different kind