( As Maggie continues to stare at the walker, she remembers one of the Woodburians telling them the Governor had a guy named Milton, who was studying walkers and doing experiments on them. None of them knew for sure what they had found out, if anything. But now she was wondering if maybe they had found something, and this walker was the result of it. Or, maybe the virus was starting to mutate and walkers were becoming human-like.
None of it made sense, really.
When he presses his finger to his lips, Maggie somehow understands what he means. She slowly lowers the gun, but makes no move toward him. If she didn't have Judith in her arms, she might actually stand, and walked closer to examine him. )
Why aren't you like them? ( She nods her head toward the feral walkers, who have this gray fingers wrapped around the chains of the fence, growling and wanting in. )
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None of it made sense, really.
When he presses his finger to his lips, Maggie somehow understands what he means. She slowly lowers the gun, but makes no move toward him. If she didn't have Judith in her arms, she might actually stand, and walked closer to examine him. )
Why aren't you like them? ( She nods her head toward the feral walkers, who have this gray fingers wrapped around the chains of the fence, growling and wanting in. )