The whole village being transformed is weird, yeah, but it’s...different. The planets off in the skyline, the ships. Hell, the people speaking Chinese or something and...none of them look it. It feels like an old west town, and Michonne wants to explore it. Thing is, Daryl won’t let her go alone, and they can’t leave Sophia by herself. So they go out together Sunday morning, deciding to try and see if one of those buildings happens to serve breakfast.
Sophia’s between them, holding onto a hand on each side as she looks around. It’s still quiet, everyone probably still asleep after being at the shindig all night.
It doesn't feel right. That's what Daryl thinks. None of this fucking feels right. He squints at everything, looking around, hand tight on Sophia's.
Michonne is just about to point out a place that looks like it’s open when Sophia speaks.
“What’s that?” she asks, of something getting closer, smoke billowing out of the back of it.
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