"How could I forget?" It's a strangely fond memory at this point, nearly ten years gone. It's possible to forget the tensions and fears, her father's vet supplies disappearing into the bodies of near-strangers. (And, too, to set aside everything else going on. Passing notes back and forth with Glenn, Beth getting up to all kinds of trouble with Jimmy, that naive hope that they'd be find the right medicine to bring Shawn back, Mom, everyone. She doesn't want to think about those parts right now, and she doesn't.) "They thought you were a walker at first, you know."

Everything was different, and nothing was. They'll probably be filthy and exhausted by the time they get back, if they manage to net themselves a boar today. The boar'll be most of the reason no one tries to shoot them.

"You're hard to kill," she adds, smiling sidelong at him. "But I still like your chances better when you're not going one on one with a feral hog."