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When I was a kid, I asked my grandpa once if he ever killed any Germans in the war. He wouldn't answer. He said that was grown up stuff, so... So I asked if the Germans ever tried to kill him. But he got real quiet... He said he was dead the minute he stepped into enemy territory. Every day, he woke up, told himself 'rest in peace, now get up and go to war'.

And then, after a few years of pretending he was dead, he made it out alive. And that's the trick of it, I think; we do what we need to do, and then, we get to live. But no matter what we find in DC, I know we'll be okay. Because this is how we survive.

We tell ourselves that we are the walking dead.