The Walking Dead

Whiskey-1-2. Whiskey-1-2, do you copy?

Gonna 180, close the distance, get back in contact.

Have faith, guys.

I've got us through a lot worse than some light turbulence.

Hold on!

M d -Wellsey! - a y ay' mayday' Mayday!

Crash positions!

I'm putting her down by the road.

Come on.

We're going in hard!

Don't push yourself.

You'd better sit.

I'll check it out.

Someone's coming.

- Any survivors? - Two dead, not sure about the other.

Fan out.

Save those rounds until you need 'em.

Got a breather. Tim!

Help me out here.

No.

Over here, Shumpert.

Drag him out.

He's saving them. We should show ourselves.

Not yet.

Let's roll out.

Uh-uh-uh.

Easy does it, girl.

Mine's a whole lot bigger than yours.

Now put down your weapons.

That's it. Nice and easy.

And let me see your hands.

Now spin around. That's it.

Nice little twirl around.

Oh, holy shit.

Blondie.

Damn, you're looking good.

Now, how's about a big hug

for your old pal Merle?

Have Stevens prep the infirmary.

- How many? - Three.

One with multiple fractures and severe burns.

Another in and out of consciousness,

probably shock and dehydration.

- And the third? - She's fine.

- A female? - Two.

Found them hiding in the woods.

Bringing a homework assignment for you,

so open the lab.

Do tell.

Be at the gates in five minutes.

Get off the radio.

Well, what is it?

Now, Milton.

- Michonne? - Right here.

Shh.

Hold that.

Why are we being held here?

- We want to leave. - You're not well enough.

And it's dark. You should stay the night.

Where are we?

That's not for me to say.

- He'll talk to you. - Who?

Go check on your patient, Doc.

Bet you was wondering if I was real.

Probably hoping I wasn't.

Well, here I am.

I guess this old world gets a little smaller

toward the end, huh?

Ain't so many of us left to share the air, right?

You know, when they found me,

I was near bled out.

Starving.

Thinking to myself a bullet

might make a good last meal.

Take myself a nice long nap after.

Wait for Daryl on the other side.

You seen my brother?

Not for a long time.

Makes two of us.

He went back for you.

Him and Rick.

You were already gone.

Well...

not all of me.

Oh, God.

Yeah, Rick.

He's that prick that cuffed me to the rooftop.

Yeah.

He tried.

Daryl saw that.

He's always been the sweet one, my baby brother.

He wanted to keep looking,

but things happen. People died.

A lot of them.

Jim, Dale,

Jacqui, Sophia...

Amy.

Your sister?

Yes.

She was a good kid.

I'm sorry to hear it.

There were more. A lot more.

We had to leave Atlanta.

We wound up on a farm.

Daryl stepped UP-

Became a valued member of the group.

Now he's dead.

I don't know that for sure.

We got run off by a herd.

How long ago?

Seven, eight months.

I was separated from the rest of them.

Got left behind.

I know what it feels like.

I doubt that.

What do you want from us?

Damn.

There she sits,

four walls around her, roof over her head,

medicine in her veins,

and she wants to know what I want from her.

I plucked you and your mute here out of the dirt, blondie.

Saved your asses.

How about a thank you?

You had a gun on us.

Ooh, she speaks.

Who ain't had a gun on 'em in the past year, huh?

Show of hands, y'all.

Anybody?

Hmm?

Shumpert, Crowley.

Y'all had a gun on y'all?

Hell...

I think I'd piss my pants

if some stranger come walking up with his mitts in his pockets.

That'd be the son of a bitch you'd really want to be scared of.

Thank you.

Sure thing.

How you feeling?

We want our weapons.

Sure.

On our way out the front gates.

Show us the way.

You've kept us locked up in this room.

You see any bars on the windows?

You're being cared for.

Under guard.

To protect our people. We don't know you.

We know enough about you to want out of this place.

We watched you drive a knife into the skulls of two dead men.

What the hell was that all about?

They turned.

They weren't bitten.

Doesn't matter.

However we die, we all turn.

I put them out of their misery.

It's not easy news to swallow at first, but there it is.

You're not prisoners here, you're guests.

If you want to leave, as I said, you're free to do so.

But we don't open the gates past dusk.

Draws too much attention.

And you especially, you need a solid night's sleep.

You wouldn't last another day out there in your condition.

Have you brought over to my place in the morning.

Return your weapons.

Extra ammo, food for the road,

some meds, keys to a vehicle if you want one.

Send you on your way.

No hard feelings.

Welcome to Wood bury.

Come with me.

Go relieve Pete at the back gate.

Take the spotlight.

Are you military?

Hardly. Couple of vets,

but by and large we're self-trained.

That's heavy artillery they're packing.

Some men arrive with guns,

but most of the weapons are scavenged over time.

And the other side of town? The rest of the streets?

They're all guarded like this?

It can't be.

It can

and it is.

Got us a creeper, Governor.

May I?

Thank you.

Governor? They call you that?

Some nicknames stick whether you want them to or not.

Buzz is a nickname. Governor is a title.

There's a difference.

Got him.

He brought his buddies.

Clear.

We'll get them in the morning.

Can't leave them to rot.

Creates an odor. Makes people uneasy.

What people? There's nobody here.

It's a ghost town.

This way.