"Cranks, them things that wanna eat ya and tear ya to bits?" What Newt could be explaining could very well be the walkers, his world's Crank's were a lot more similar to walkers than what Thomas remembered. But Newt remembered, he remembered that Crank trying to eat him, drooling all over him, and he remembered what they did to Winston. It made him a little sick to think about it, about the gunshot that he's sure would be etched into his memory as Winston ended his own life to avoid becoming one of those things.

"Wicked? The bloody people I'm sure are in charge of us bein' where-ever the hell this is." The blond paused, keeping his own flashlight aimed at Glenn's chest. "And the Scorch is the place that ya don't shucking go to if ya wanna live. With all the sand." The desert. How did this guy not know about it? It seemed like the Scorch stretched on forever. Then again, Newt barely knew anything of the world. Maybe there were more woods like this guy mentioned.

"Point is, if ya see anything strange lookin' don't give it the chance to eat you and if people claiming to be Wicked try to get you - do yourself a favour and run."