[Survival has become so important to her that she loses sight of much else. So many people died because of her, died to keep her safe. She can't let those deaths go to waste. She can't stop fighting.]

I know how to shoot most guns, and I'm pretty good at aiming. I always aim for the head. I can fight a walker... or a person with whatever's closest to me. [Sometimes she doesn't have a weapon on her or her weapon gets knocked out of her hand, and she's fought them with rakes and with a baseball bat and whatever she could grab hold of and swing.

And one time she bit a dude's finger until he bled to make her let him go. Her hand slides over the scar under the sleeve of her shirt with a light grimace.] I know how to clean, stitch up, and bandage a wound, how to start a fire, how to hunt animals for food, and how to sneak through a crowd of walkers.