Merle stomps after his sibling through the woods, annoyed. They’re chasing some dumb baby’s cry—probably just animals—but his sibling wouldn’t listen. That’s what really pisses him off: them thinking they know better.

First, it was arguing over which river they were near. Now it’s this.

They reach the river—shallow, mostly dry. A tall bridge looms overhead. Screams echo down, mostly in Spanish. Probably walkers up there.

“JUMP!” Merle yells, laughing when one poor bastard actually does—and dies. He elbows his sibling, grinning.