[ No hope. Even the survivors won't have a world left, couldn't possibly survive once the virus infects everything. Unless they move up to Antarctica and live on polar bears, but even then, if the virus is still inside them, trying to reproduce and rebuild would be pointless.
The sorrow isn't masked on Thomas's face, never having been that talented, or concerned, about concealing emotion. Not for something like this. It's sad, in that kind of hollow, empty way, but there's a respect he holds for Daryl, in that he's still struggling so hard to survive regardless. Most probably aren't the same in his world. ]
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[ No hope. Even the survivors won't have a world left, couldn't possibly survive once the virus infects everything. Unless they move up to Antarctica and live on polar bears, but even then, if the virus is still inside them, trying to reproduce and rebuild would be pointless.
The sorrow isn't masked on Thomas's face, never having been that talented, or concerned, about concealing emotion. Not for something like this. It's sad, in that kind of hollow, empty way, but there's a respect he holds for Daryl, in that he's still struggling so hard to survive regardless. Most probably aren't the same in his world. ]
How many are still left?