She shook her head at his question, and didn't elaborate on the religion she had been brought up on. "Labels don't matter much anymore," she explained instead, smiling as she turned to lead the way through the trees. They'd need to keep walking and try to find shelter so they could dry off, or at least keep from getting more soaked.

"Things are so bad where I'm from, I think people are too afraid to let themselves believe and pray. Too many bad things happen and it's easy to think God isn't listening anymore. But he is, otherwise things would be a whole lot worse."

She tried to imagine a place that wasn't infested with walkers, a place where everyone could live without having to be in constant survival mode. A place where children could be innocent and no one had to live their entire lives in fear of what would happen next. She had that kind of life growing up, but she was so far removed from that life that it all felt like a fairytale now.