They don't think. They react. They hunger. They walk and they hear and they see, but they don't think. It's all in the brainstem. Pilot light's on, but the heater ain't going.

[Daryl didn't know what 'wicked' was meant to be, but the way he said it sounded like an organization. And 'the Flare' what this kid was calling the virus.]

And they are dead. They rot. Moving doesn't make it happen any slower. And even if you think you're immune, you ain't. As soon as you die, you're body'll get up and come after your friends.