The Walking Dead

You guys were the ones calling out and making a racket.

I thought you needed help,

but now you're acting like I'm the one

causing a problem here?

Damn. I haven't seen anyone in over a year,

and the first ones I find seem like a bunch of meanies.

You just caught us off guard.

- We didn't know if you were attacking... - Seriously?

If I wanted to attack, I'd hold the gun like this...

with the dangerous part pointed at you, see?

That's for attacking.

The other way, that's for hello.

So, as we can all agree, I wasn't attacking.

But now...

Now I'm not so sure.

Maybe that's up to you.

Are you gonna hurt me?

Keep pointing the damn gun at us, and you'll find out.

No one has any intention of hurting you.

We were just admiring your displays.

Are they yours?

Crap. Sorry.

Do you like 'em?

Yeah, not many rotters left in the city,

so I put these up as my decorations.

Pain in the ass to put together,

but they make the place feel more alive.

Although now that I've met actual live people again...

Hold on.

You guys are real, right?

- Is that supposed to be a joke? - I dunno.

I mean, I never hallucinated before,

but there's a first time for everything.

Uh, say something I wouldn't know.

Like, uh...

what's the capital of Pennsylvania?

Harrisburg.

Did I know that?

I think I knew that.

Ha! Maybe I am hallucinating.

- This is... This is wild. - Hey.

You certain it's just you out here?

Didn't I already tell you that?

I've been on my own for over a year,

and it totally sucks.

Da... Damn. I should be nicer.

Talking to possibly real people again

is making me freak out.

You... I'm just...

I'm just gonna shut up.

I'm Juanita Sanchez.

But I never liked the name Juanita.

You can call me Princess.

Why "Princess"?

Because "Queen" makes me sound old.

And pretentious.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Princess.

I am... Ezekiel.

And these are my friends, Eugene and Yumiko.

Wow!

Let me show you guys around.

We got plenty of space for you to chill out,

put your feet up.

Y'all need supplies? You need food?

Hair dye?

I've got a neat place for us to swim

a couple blocks away.

We appreciate the hospitality, but we can't stay.

Oh. O-Okay.

We're on a very important mission.

Ohhh?! What sorta mission?

Uh, that's our business.

Well, let me least show you the best way through the city.

- No, thank you. - Oh, come on. Why not?

Because we don't know you.

Of course you do.

Princess?

I'm great. You'll see.

Watch how helpful I can be.

No, wait. Please!

Don't...

No! No!

Damn.

Uh...

Sorry about that.

At least it's not a total loss.

And we can still find the horses tomorrow.

Not to be a naysayer,

but our rendezvous window is tighter than a tourniquet.

I have doubts that it'll be possible

to make the journey by foot.

Any additional day spent on an empty search

would place us on the failure side of that window.

So, if it's possible to walk, we start now.

Missing this meeting isn't an option.

We've got way too many people counting on us back home.

What about Princess? She offered to help.

Why don't we take her up on it?

Absolutely not.

- What could it hurt? - Plenty.

Anyone alone for this long

ends up selfish, crazy...

in her case, definitely both.

We can't trust her.

I'm not suggesting that we follow her blindly.

But if she knows how to find transportation...

Then she wouldn't still be here, alone.

Look, if she had a ride, why hasn't she left?

It's a trap.

Is Princess a few bananas

short of a bunch?

Possibly.

Does she have access to automobiles and working fuel?

Unlikely.

But at present, we possess limited options,

so even a slim possibility is worth investigating.

Apologies, Yumiko.

My vote's with the king.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I feel really bad about what happened.

Let me make it up to you guys.

You mentioned you had access to some transportation?

A whole garage full.

Tons of choices. I'll take you there.

You want us to follow you, you hand over your gun.

Really wanna spend time with living people again,

but I'm not sure I trust you, either.

I mean, I'm outnumbered.

I could probably take out one of you,

two if I'm lucky.

But then he'd still be left to kill me anyways.

So why even try?

Unless I have a death wish,

which, clearly, I don't

because I have been living here alone for so long.

See?

Fine. You can have it.

I know where to find more guns, anyway.

So, then... the garage?

Right. Yeah. Of course.

All those in the market for a new set of wheels,

follow me!

Selfish.

And crazy.

Wherrrre aaaaarrre theyyy...

He's keeping the cats away.

Mostly.

Your turn to watch.

How are you?

Everybody's counting on me.

You'll come through.

- You think so? - Yeah.

Hey, guys.

Uh, I need somebody to run an errand for me.

I'll go.

Don't go home.

They'll only find us if you answer me.

We got a plan to end this.

One I think you'd like.

Man, being on the run like this,

barely scraping by...

reminds me of the old gang.

Seems like ages now.

Michonne?

Can you hear me?

Michonne?

No sign of them. They left quickly.

Couldn't have gone far.

Do we search elsewhere?

Where...

They have nothinggggg...

Theyyyy fleeee...

theyyyy hiiiiide...

Ocean.

Prepare the guardians.

We walk.

I thought all the cats left.

Not this one.

I'm sorry about your mom.

You don't have to be.

You miss her?

No.

Not everyone gets to have a mom like yours.

Hi.

Everything okay?

Yeah, running to the road for Luke.

And give them some exercise.

Judith.

- What're you doing? - I'm fine.

Who you with?

No one.

Come on. We're going back. Let's go.

- Please, I wanna stay. - No.

I left Father Gabriel a note.

I swear, it's fine.

No, that wasn't a question. Let's go.

No.

I hate it up there.

Smells like cat pee.

I wanna learn what you do, how to keep us safe.