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I know you're out there!

Come on out!

Come on out!

You little brat!

Had enough?

How did you end up here, little guy?

You must be starving.

Hey, come on.

Yeah...

Better together, huh?

Stop it.

Third snare.

She fought like hell.

Had to settle her down.

Tom. Where is he?

He came to us twice.

Twice. We told him “No”.

I don't know where he went, I swear.

He asked

where he could bring his mother.

That's all he asked.

Her and the dog.

A dog?

Yes.

You could have stayed home.

Sat behind your wall,

eaten your supper,

kept your head down.

But no, you had to be the clever one.

No! No!

Eyes open.

I’vee got nothing.

I'm sorry.

Argos...

What is it?

You got something?

Good boy.

Good boy.

Good boy.

There was a bus

taking us up to Laurel Ridge.

The army was handing these out to everybody for the road.

Take it.

I’m not hungry anyway.

You're not supposed to.

Nope.

Just don't eat it all at once.

Thank you.

Just don't tell anybody.

All right, folks, listen up.

Eight more hours.

No stops.

But there's a hot

shower waiting for every one of you

at Laurel Ridge.

We'll have to find another way around.

We never got there.

Down!

Mom! No! Mom!

Run!

Every year I went back to that bus and took as much as I could carry.

There's tens over there in the corner

Maybe somebody made it.

All right, all right.

Dad?

I'm in here!

Please!

Mom!

Let's hope today isn't as bad as yesterday.

This is a household,

not a ruin.

Put it back.

I won't ask twice.

The bow on the floor

and put your hands up.

Now turn around.

Where is he?

Who?

Don’t.

Argos only comes home with him.

I found him in the forest,

alone in a sack hanging from a rope.

A sack.

I cut him out.

I strapped his leg.

And there was no one with him.

No one.

That's the lie.

Let's start again.

You're going to tell me all of it.

It's a long story.

Are we in a hurry?

I brought your dog back.

Let me go.

Where?

Laurel Ridge.

They say there are walls there

and people behind them.

My son walked out that way

two days ago,

and his dog came back

without him.

I found Argos in a sack.

There was no one else there.

That dog does not leave him.

Not once.

Not one step!

Then this time he did.

Where is my son?

I don't know.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Where is my son?!

I told you, I don't know!

I walked two days

out of my way to get here with a lame dog.

He was leading me to you.

I could have left him in the forest.

But there's a name on his tag.

That means somebody is waiting for him.

I figured, someone had to protect him.

Obedient.

Too obedient.

Feed will hold till next winter,

long as we keep them sharp.

I know you've got questions.

Tom couldn't leave him.

Shelter over at Willow Fork.

Doors wide open, bowls dry.

Nobody ever came back for them.

The infected don't touch them.

Not one.

Why?

Seems they only want

what's human.

It's the living.

The living need them more.

That's why the door is so thick.

Everything in the woods is infected.

Even the birds.

This virus spared nobody except dogs.

Eat.

Where do the vegetables come from?

Tell me about yourself.

Nothing to tell.

On your own.

On foot.

All these years.

How are you still alive?

Luck.

And your folks?

Dead. Before the sickness.

The house burned.

Doctors said it was the fumes.

They never woke up.

I got out.

I'm sorry.

What's your name?

Jane.

And yours?

Eleanor.

You've already met Argos.

There were nineteen of us

that first year.

Tom, Claire,

me, Hank and his brother,

Leon, Mara...

Mara buried

twelve people with her own hands.

Twelve.

Nobody else would.

She just went out and dug.

We had sixteen dogs.

Kept them together.

They smelled the infected first.

Half a mile out.

Long before we did.

Not one of us would have woken up even once, if not for them.

We had one rule.

Dogs eat before we do.

We made that rule ourselves.

Nobody made us.

Held it three years.

Then the drought came.

One year.

Then another.

The ground went to crust.

Everything we put in it stayed in it.

Nineteen became eleven.

Then nine.

And that's when they started looking.

Looking how?

The way you look at food.

Infected eat people.

We won't.

We said it and we said it.

Like the words would fill you up.

Come February, one of them was gone in the morning.

Bella...

red with a white ear.

And that evening there was meat in the pot.

Five years the infected never touched one of them.

Not one.

They walked past them like stone.

People managed it in one winter.

We always said the difference was that we don't eat.

And it turned out the difference was something else.

The infected don't do it knowingly.

Tom, Claire and me.

We'd had enough.

That's how we ended up here.

And Mara still looking for us.

Here I thought you just didn't like visitors.

If Tom didn't come back,

she's got him.

You said Laurel Ridge, Jane.

I'll show you the road.

But first, you help me finish Mara

and get my son back.

Hold the strap.

Three full ones enough to get there.

And for what's left after.

Jane.

Yeah?

If something happens to me,

don't come back for me.

You get Tom out.

You go back for the dogs

and you get them to Laurel Ridge.

Promise me.

I promise.

What's that?

Something to give us her trail.

Find her.

We go in from the back.

There's a cable along the wall

from the generator.

Kill the light, pour the fuel and wait.

I'll find Tom.

You light it.

Wait for my signal.

All right.

And if they come back?

They will.

Jane.

I'm grateful you brought Argos back to me.

Thank you.

Eleanor, be careful.

You too.

Argos?

Damn it!

Tom.

We got company?

Looks like it.

Put him down.

What?

Put him down.

Nobody shoots.

One spark and we burn with her.

Hank, cold store.

Leon, sweep the floor.

Well, look at that!

We got a mouse! And what a mouse!

Look at her!

No, no!

Tom! My boy!

I've seen you.

You like watching people?

You like eating dogs?

What makes you think it's only dogs?

Yum, yum.

Hank!

Eleanor?

That really you?

You looking for Tom?

Don't say his name.

It's like with animals, you know.

What?

Same work, really.

Sheep, goats...pigs.

Burn in hell.

Get her!

You little rat!

You're not getting away!

Go on.

Try it.

And this whole place burns.

Games are over, girl.

Useless piece of sh*t.

Breathe slower.

It hurts less.

Mom... dad.

I'm sorry.

I'm fine.

Oh, God.

Stay with me.

Such a shame I never got to kill Tom myself.

Don't say his name!

It's so good to see you like this!

Good boy.

Hey!

Eleanor! Here!

No, no!

Please!

My God...

There's too many of them.

Look at me. Go!

Jane, look out!

Jane!

Eleanor...

Quiet. Breathe.

I'm getting you out of here.

I'll patch you, and we'll walk.

Your son. I...

Not now.

I started

a fire.

Dad, where are you?

My parents...

They died because of me.

I didn't mean to.

Hey, look at me.

Look at me.

You're not dying here, you hear me?

Duke, Sister, Pete, Bird.

Rooster.

They're the same dog.

They're nothing alike.

Bird is the one one with the ear.

You could have left me there.

I could have,

but you still owe me supper.

A proper one.

Ask for May.

Tell her Eleanor Reid sent you.

She'll let you in.

All right.

Eleanor.

Your son.

I have to tell you what happened.

Do you know what a “casing run” is?

What?

After the war there were tons of spent shell casings

sitting at the works in Wheeling.

Brass. Nowhere to put it.

So they melted it down and made a run of lighters.

One run.

They never made another.

Eleanor, I don't understand what this has to do...

Casing brass is harder than the ordinary kind.

It springs.

So the lid rings higher on those,

higher than any other lighter.

Collectors know them by the sound without even looking.

Claire found one in a junk shop in Ashton.

Paid three dollars for it.

Gave it to Tom on their first anniversary.

He never went anywhere without it.

Never.

All these years

he sat at my table and clicked that thing every evening

while I made supper.

I'd know that sound anywhere.

If I could stand in front of the man

that killed my son...

I'd look him in the eye and tell him...

I forgive you.

I didn't mean to...

I'm sorry.

Good luck, Jane.

See you around.

Argos, let's go.

Good boy.

There's a girl at the gate asking for May.

May's out on a run with the others.

What girl?

I don't know, but she's got a dog with her.

Hold on.

You were on the bus.

Well, I'll be damned.

Looks like you made it.

You said “eight hours”.

Here we go.

Seven.

Seven? oh, come on!

Dumplings could be lighter.

Lighter?

Lighter.

It’s better than not bad, though.

“Seven” is not bad.

Considering the state of the word,

“Seven” is very good number.

She gave my cornbread a “four”.