best pray i'm dead

     ”The same goes for you. Who the hell are you?”

             "Jus' someone passin' by, lookin' for somethin' t'eat."

             "Have you been using those same arrows all this time? Last guy I was stuck with could barely use the same weapon more than once, never mind taking out swarms of those bastards with the same fucking few arrows. Said he didn’t wanna carry anything covered in guts. He didn’t last long.”

           "Not like I can pick up new arrows whenever I want." Short and sweet; to the point. Picking out the arrow from the walker's head, he flung the brains onto the ground, wiping the remaining onto the grass. "Pussies don't live long anyway."

     ”Fine, look I’ll lower mine first.       I’m not here as a threat, I’m just       looking for shelter for the night.”

    "Tell me why I should care."

Everyone who’s alive right now. Everyone’s who’s made it this far. We’ve all done the worst kinds of things just to stay alive. But we can still come back. We’re not too far gone. We get to come back. I know… we all can change.

     ”How about you lower your gun?”

        "How dumb do y'think I am?"

        "Sit, Wendy," she said to the German Shepherd.             The dog sat on her haunches and stared at the             unknown male.

    Eyes falling upon the dog, he looked     back up at the woman with an arched     brow. "What're ya doin' here anyway?"

                  I’d say it’s a little FAR.

" Tryin' t'be a smartass, huh?   Stay where you are sunshine. "