he could tell she wasn’t one for a conversation. he wasn’t offended. he’s had customers like her before. no talky, just looky. they purchased whatever they had picked out, and left. it happened more and more as he realized people were getting sick. but he didn’t really pay no mind to it. he just figured that’s how some people were. now, he understood why they did it. acted so closed. maybe they had to be. the things they’ve seen, been through. he’d probably do the same thing. then again, for someone who lost his wife and two children, he was being quite talkative.
❝ right, ❞ he said, furrowing his brows as he watched her turn again to leave. he figured he wouldn’t say anything afterward. but it was so strange to him. how good she looked. no, no, not that good. how she seemed to be getting by kind of good. did she have a hideout ? food, shelter, other people to be with ? and was he stupid enough to find out ? maybe.
She simply left it at that , done with wasting her time . Michonne wanted to go back to Alexandria with the small amount of spoiled food she had found and stay there for awhile . It felt as if she hadn’t been there for some time , though in reality it had only been 2 or 3 days . That was a long time to be away from your family , in a world like this . Or any world . Michonne didn’t even spare a glance back toward the man as she wandered back into the trees , decapitating a lingering walker before she continued on .
Deep down , she hoped he’d be okay . He’d survived this long , he can make it a little bit longer . She would have taken him back to their home , if they weren’t already having trouble feeding the people they had there . It was all about give and take , and there wasn’t any of either , she assumed .