Beth doesn't answer for a moment, tallying up who she thinks is still alive. Who she hopes is. Rick, Daryl, Carol, Noah. Maggie and Glenn. Sasha and Tyreese? Anyone left from the prison, she'd be happy to see, but she wants these ones most of all.

"Eight, maybe," she finally answers, reaching out to help her. "Depends on who's still alive."

They'd all know how to live like this, she wants to say. They'd make life easier, not harder. But it's barely a possibility at this point; arguing in favour of taking in her group won't make much difference right now.