[ Rick has to smirk at her story. Because this world, as it is now, it only offers them this: dirt and bugs and jumping at every sound outside of themselves.
He heard that.
Rick slowly stands, his hand on the sharp dagger in its sheath as he looks toward the forest in the direction the sound came from. He points to Michonne and points in one direction while he moves off in another so they're on either side of where the sound came from. ]
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He heard that.
Rick slowly stands, his hand on the sharp dagger in its sheath as he looks toward the forest in the direction the sound came from. He points to Michonne and points in one direction while he moves off in another so they're on either side of where the sound came from. ]