They may not seem like much one at a time, but in a group, all riled up and hungry? Man, you watch your ass.
There’s no way to really protect yourself. You can’t put a weapon between you and losing people, and you can’t even run away from them, either.
Why stand? Why sleep, why eat, why even live after all of this s***, Alicia, if it doesn’t mean anything? If we’re out here, we got to make it mean something. That’s what we need. That’s what I need. ‘Cause I’m not done yet.
The good people, they always die. And the bad people do, too. But the weak people, the people like me… we have inherited the Earth.