Walking Dead Phan 12 | The

: “…Shut up.”

They open the door. The dead turn, slowly.

: “You don’t get to be poetic about this. You don’t get to leave me a last speech.” the walking dead phan 12

: “If.”

They start running. Limping. Fighting. Together. : “…Shut up

Dan moves closer. Kneels in front of Phil. Takes his hands.

An abandoned broadcast tower on a crumbling hill. The dead are clustered below, mindless, groaning. Inside, DAN and PHIL have been holed up for three days. Their supplies are gone. Phil’s leg is wrapped in a dirty bandage — a bite, barely hidden from Dan’s full knowledge. You don’t get to leave me a last speech

: “Feel that? That’s me not letting go. That’s me, every hour since the first siren. You want to be brave? Then stay annoying. Stay alive. Say something stupid right now.”

: “The static isn’t waiting, Phil. The static won. Three years. How many towers have we climbed?”