"Just means you ain't from the south," Daryl grumbles. Maybe this prick's from Portland. He heard everything was weird, out on the coast. Merle used to joke about it. Nothing but yuppies and democrats.
Doesn't matter. They're probably all dead now, poor bastards.
A field mechanic, though, that comes in handy no matter where you are. They're damn lucky to have him, as much as all this hurts, as much as it's goddamn terrifying.
"Don't matter," he mutters, because he knows there's no word for it. "You ever seen this shit before?" He means the terrain, the people, the trudging through wet snow and remembering how you were in Georgia an hour ago. He means all of it.
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Doesn't matter. They're probably all dead now, poor bastards.
A field mechanic, though, that comes in handy no matter where you are. They're damn lucky to have him, as much as all this hurts, as much as it's goddamn terrifying.
"Don't matter," he mutters, because he knows there's no word for it. "You ever seen this shit before?" He means the terrain, the people, the trudging through wet snow and remembering how you were in Georgia an hour ago. He means all of it.