After getting stuck in an old shed in an attempt to find safety from the horde of walkers outside in the dark, the two of you had blocked the door to keep walkers from getting inside but also trapping both of you in the shed.

"Everyone I grew up with... it all happened to them. Now, it's gonna happen to us. We're all so fucked. This world is fucked. I mean, what's the point? We'll just march to some new place and somebody else will die. It's never gonna stop. And eventually, it'll be our turn."

Nick is sitting against the wall and drinking the old jars of whiskey in mason jars, depressed over his Uncle's death after watching him get ripped apart by Walkers.