The Walking Dead: World Beyond

You heard the rumors about what he did, right?

Back in Omaha?

He should be in jail.

- Hey, Silas. - Hi, Iris.

My sister throws this big Feast Day rager every year.

Tomorrow night, 10:00 p.m., storage room C-12.

You should go.

You're new. I never see you out.

Go.

Okay.

Hey, it's okay.

Hi.

Hello! Hi! Hey!

- Madam President. - Yes?

I got the banner out f the student council office.

Ah! Thank you, Madam Vice President.

Are you readyto do some welcoming?

Damn right. We're gonna welcome the hell out of them.

Hey, Iris.

Oh.Think we'll need those?

Probably won't need 'em, but we should have 'em.

We'll be behind the barrier, but you never know.

You tryin' to scare her right now or what?

I don't think I could if I tried.

Oh, you can't.

It's cool you're doing this, kid.

Just doing my part.

Come on.

Alright, everybody, let's get going.

- Alright. - Okay.

Okay, let's get the gates.

Damn it!

Let's just hold in place until they get here.

Damn it.

Bye, Mom.

Okay.

I worked on this all night last night. Oh, wait. Oh, damn.

- Well done. - Oh.

No, no, no, no, no. I-I don't know what happened.

It was... Was the student council office locked?

No.

My sister happened.

I can fix it.

Lieutenant Colonel Elizabeth Kublek

of the Civic Republic Military.

Felix Carluccci, Senior Security Force Officer,

Campus Colony of Omaha.

People call me "Huck." Long story.

So, is it just the CRM here?

There was talk of having some government officials join us,

but Major General Beale wasn't comfortable sending civilians.

And we could only spare one helicopter for the trip.

So you are stuck with me

as the sole representative of the Civic Republic.

Your "Monument Day" holiday, though,

is wonderful, and I feel

honored to, uh... to commemorate it with you.

I'm sure you're tired. It was probably a long trip...

from wherever it is you're from.

It was.

Uh, it's okay. We can take care of it.

The helicopter has another stop before it'll circle back.

We fire disruption charges to scatter the sound.

We won't draw any more.

We're quite good at this... Hmm.

...wherever we're from.

"The Civic Republic us"

We're the same.

Portland, Omaha, the Civic Republic.

That's what the Alliance of the Three is about.

We're all in this together, right?

Right.

Hey.

Silas, right?

Yeah.

Did you see mesneak outta the bus?

Yeah.

Could you not tell my sister you saw me, you know, stow away?

Yeah.

Cool.

Listen, uh, I'm having a Feast Day rager tomorrow night,

storage room C-12 at 10:00.

Be there.

Good talk, Silas.

Hey.

Hey.

Cool. You made me dinner?

Oh, you're my hero. Oh.

- You working on your speech? - Yeah.

You good?

'Course. Totally.

Eat.

So you're notgood.

No, I'm good. I am totally good.

But this was screwed up, Hope. The Civic Republic...

Oh, you mean the Secret Non-Public Civic Republic?

We don't know where they are or what they do.

You were fine with them before Dad left.

Well, I'm not anymore, alright,

because they sent ussome soldier

and we sent them our dad.

Yes, our dad is with them.

He's sharing his knowledge so that there is another place

working towards some sort of cure.

Which means the crap you pulled... Was hilarious.

Yeah, I stopped unrolling it once we got to "sucks."

Wait, "sucks" or "ass"?

Oh, yeah. "Ass."

We stopped at "ass."

Did you poison my food?

Oh, yeah.

Sign Felix's card.

You do know he hates me, right?

Oh, Felix doesn't hate you.

He totally hates me.

Then that is another reason you should sign it.

For Dad.

It's really good.

Why don't you draw and paint

and, like, forget all the science

and AP classes and volunteering?

Drawing and painting won't put an end

to reanimated necrotic matter.

You check the cabinet today?

Nothing.

Again.

I told him not to go.

No, I screamed at him not to go.

So screw it. I did what I could.

Tomorrow is "Celebration before commemoration."

Oh.You're coming to my party.

There is no escape. Maybe.

T-There is a small chance that this speech may kill me first.

No, screw that. You're coming.

Grin, girl.

Tomorrow night, we rage.

Representatives from our home city of Omaha

and the Alliance cities of Portland and the Civic Republic,

citizens, teachers, and students.

We say that it's called Monument Day

because we are all monuments to the past.

We survived, and the rest didn't.

We found safety, and the rest didn't.

We live.

We live for the rest who didn't.

I live for my mom, who did that night 10 years ago today,

like so many others.

And I live for my father, who is far away,

doing important work that will one day benefit us all.

We're 10 years in now.

10 years.

I was a little kid.

I can barely remember the Night the Sky Fell,

let alone what the world was like before.

We still live behind walls, and the dead still have this world.

And I think that with everything that went away,

with everything we lost, with everyone we lost,

some people think it can happen again.

Some people think that what we have can't last.

Some can't believe.

But I'm certain of our home and our home city

and our Alliance with Portland, with the Civic Republic,

and I am certain of what's ahead.

We're monuments to the past,

but everyone here, all of you, you are the future.

Weare the future.

I'm sure of it.

Happy Feast Day, people.

I hope you've all been writing in your journals.

Today on Feast Day, we celebrate life.

Tomorrow, on Monument Day,

we remember what we lost,

who we lost, how we got here, and who got us here,

because for nearly all of us, that came at a cost.

But we should be the monument we want to be,

regardless of the past.

That's what you all should be writing about.

What kind of monument are you going to be, Elton?

I would like to be complete and aware and kind.

I don't want to be afraid ever again,

but I know I probably will be.

I'd also like to see what this world is now,

which is what my parents spent their lives trying to do.

I also hope to be much, much taller.

Do you want to stand tall,

like the Washington Monument?

Okay.

Want to be sitting down,

comfortable and confident like the Lincoln Memorial?

Sure. Think about it.

Write it down.

Hope.

So what?

I brewed a littlet of illegal alcohol.

Yeah, this isa lifetime supply, Hope.

And here I thought you were finally

getting your act together with your dad gone, but, nope.

Hey.

We still haven't heard anything from him yet, right?

It's been months.