| When you think you want the world one way, and then you get the complete opposite. |
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"You honestly expect me to kiss you after you killed at least twenty walkers?"
"Yes?"
"You're something else, Prise."
"But that's why you love me, Di...
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The walkers were all snarling over the glass windows, the people inside just chewing hectically over the meat. "It's probably pretty stupid to be here. Dangerous. I don't know, maybe not. You can see the threat. That's something. Looking at them makes me feel better about things. My mom used to say that every day above ground was a win. Doesn't really apply anymore, but... you can still get some perspective." Gareth told Bob, the man just laying still on the ground as the fire warmed up he cold body.
He looked over his leg, seeing it cut off and placed over the fire for people to his his flesh. His own skin and muscle. "The glass is gonna break sooner or later. Nothing lasts too long anymore. You know, we marked our way here so that we could find our way back after. So stupid, right? I mean... back to what?" He asked.
He walked away from the window and over to Bob as he squatted down and shook his head. "It's wasn't just a trap. It was gonna be a choice. You join us or feed us. You know... bears... when they start to starve, they eat their young. If the bear dies, the cub dies anyway. But if the bear lives, it can always have another cub. That was part of the pitch. You know, Greg and Mike came this close to nabbing that grey-haired queen bitch who killed my mom. She drove away with the archer and immune chick. Greg saw them pull away. Can't wait to try her." He said then a smirk appeared on his face.
"Especially the immune one, Natalie, wasn't it? Short, curvy, long black hair. I like women better. Most of us do. My brother Alex has- - also currently dead because of Rick- - he had a theory that it was because of the extra layer of fat that women have, you know, for childbearing. Even the skinny girls have it. Like that pretty one- - Sasha? I think pretty people taste better, too." He told Bob while taking a chuck out of the meat in front of him.
"We're going to get all of them. But for starters, you'll do just fine. We did a good job on your leg." He told him while Bob started sobbing. "We've had practice. When we started, it was about making it slow. I'm being a human being here. I'm talking to you. Perspective, Bob. You're above ground. At least you're better off than them." He said and Bob started laughing and crying at the same time.
"Well, he lost it."
"Lasted longer than I thought he would." His men and women stated.
Bob kept up his laughter. "You... you idiots." He laughed louder.
"Okay, keep it down." Gareth said while the walkers pounded on the glass.
