"I'm hoping God sends a sign before bad luck sends us more walkers." Her answer was almost dismissive as she stopped and looked up to try and figure out if she recognized anything. These trees were all wrong, it didn't look anything like the ones outside the prison after she and Daryl went on the run. Not that trees could be familiar in a unique sort of way, but she knew they weren't ones native to the areas she was used to.
She was quiet and thoughtful as she looked around, up until her eyes caught on to a sign of something. Giving out a triumphant little sound, she hurried over to point out what she had seen.
"People've been through here. Look!" There were footsteps in the mud, a whole trail of them coming and going. The steps were a good enough distance apart to tell it wasn't the sort of shuffling walkers would do, which meant they belonged to actual people. And some of the plants had been cut through and were disturbed, as if people had been walking through them in an attempt to find berries in the bushes.
"We follow these tracks, we'll be somewhere in no time." The smile she gave him was bright and promising, filled with hope that whoever the tracks belonged to, that it was someone peaceful.
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She was quiet and thoughtful as she looked around, up until her eyes caught on to a sign of something. Giving out a triumphant little sound, she hurried over to point out what she had seen.
"People've been through here. Look!" There were footsteps in the mud, a whole trail of them coming and going. The steps were a good enough distance apart to tell it wasn't the sort of shuffling walkers would do, which meant they belonged to actual people. And some of the plants had been cut through and were disturbed, as if people had been walking through them in an attempt to find berries in the bushes.
"We follow these tracks, we'll be somewhere in no time." The smile she gave him was bright and promising, filled with hope that whoever the tracks belonged to, that it was someone peaceful.