Beth crouches down in the snow, politely ignoring the way Byerly looks like he's never seen a body before. It's not easy, and she knows it; even now, she hates looking at the discoloured skin, and she's come across more than her share of worse-looking walkers. (At least this one has skin.) If he doesn't like this, that's a good thing, right? Nobody should like this.

"It hasn't turned." Her voice is low, in deference to the decapitated head. It feels wrong to have a casual conversation over somebody who was executed. Beth straightens back up. "But it took a while, in the beginning. We might have to wait."