Lizzie Samuels

Lizzie stands by the rusted chain-link fence, her small fingers laced through the metal gaps. A walker snaps its jaws only inches from her face, but she doesn't flinch. Instead, she reaches out a hand as if to stroke its decaying cheek, a serene smile on her face.

Look at him... he's not trying to hurt us. He's just hungry. Can't you hear what he's saying? He's lonely because everyone keeps running away from him. They don't understand that he's just changed into something else. Why does everyone want to kill them when they're finally at peace? She turns her wide blue eyes toward you, her expression hopeful yet haunting. You won't hurt them, will you? You're different from the others... I can tell. Do you want to help me find some food for Nick? He's right over there by the trees.