"Shut up," he snapped, lip curling. Body trembling. He could feel himself shaking from the effort not to turn tail and run. Not that it would do him any good. If he was seeing her, then he would probably continue to see her. At least until he could shake the mental fog off. And since he didn't know what had happened to cause this - had he actually been knocked to the ground when that walker ran into him? Was it crawling toward him even now? Was it really the hail? - he didn't know what he needed to do, to say, to drive it away. To drive her away.

"Stay where you are and shut the hell up."