It's still pretty in her own world. There's not much about her world which she'd call pretty. Everything is falling apart. Dead bodies are everywhere, and walkers roam around with their skin falling off and their moaning.
The sky's pretty. No more electricity means the stars are always shining. There's a pause. Finally, at the moment, she decides for something honest.
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It's still pretty in her own world. There's not much about her world which she'd call pretty. Everything is falling apart. Dead bodies are everywhere, and walkers roam around with their skin falling off and their moaning.
The sky's pretty. No more electricity means the stars are always shining. There's a pause. Finally, at the moment, she decides for something honest.
I've been better.