"Wonder if it works for the infection from other worlds too. Not like it's as necessary from anywhere else."

With Clementine's world, it's a bite or it's death that does it. The liquids don't really matter at all. She presses it through the plastic. It would have come in handy in her own situation, which is extremely rare. There aren't many animals around anymore.

She shakes her head.

"I'm good at surviving." A long pause. "No matter what."

Lying, killing, hurting.