[maybe the other one did this to it while it was alive. while it was a person, maybe someone who watched a friend or family member or loved one turn, and couldn't bear to put them down, instead barricading the both of them in the barn. or maybe someone had pushed them inside and locked the doors from the outside. whatever the case was, it doesn't matter now, so Murasa doesn't respond.
she wonders if her friends became things like this too, if their heads hadn't been torn off or cracked open by the walkers.]
You don't have to look. I'll take care of it. [grabbing a nearby pitchfork.]
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she wonders if her friends became things like this too, if their heads hadn't been torn off or cracked open by the walkers.]
You don't have to look. I'll take care of it. [grabbing a nearby pitchfork.]