I think of Louise. I think of my baby...the baby I'll never know. The baby I'll never hold. Then I think of the kid...Gus. If there's a chance that he's still alive in there, then it's a chance worth dying for. These men have taken so much from me...I ain't gonna lose him too.
Scared? I don't get scared, Sweet Tooth. You know that.
I'm not alone anymore. I have a reason to fight. A reason to kill. This world is dead for me. But maybe they can still make something of it. So I try to push him from my mind. Because I know that he will what he always does. He'll make me weak...vulnerable. But as the truck pulls away, I feel like a piece of myself is stuck to its fender. Like my guts are being ripped out and dragged along the old road with it. I want to turn back. Want to turn to see him one last time. but I don't dare. I don't dare look at his face again.
Punching, kicking, biting. Anything to survive. But, what happens when the world goes quiet...empty? What happens when there's no one left to fight? Yeah...I could always fight. It's the best of it I ain't ever been no good at.