Clementine nods. Her breath feels trapped in her lungs, and she breathes out through it. She has no idea how to take care of a baby really except for what Kenny mentioned about what AJ would need, but she can't do it anymore. She can't look for a new group and hope they won't fuck her over somehow.

Even when they don't, it always ends up the same. She knows what she has to do. Hunt for food. Stay in the wilderness. Keep quiet. Keep moving. When there are less people to deal with with their fighting, their instability, their betrayals, she'll be better at doing it.

"It's better that way."