[A human-only virus, and one that Walker had not heard of up until this point. His lips thin as he listens, large, solemn eyes focused on Daryl's face, concentrated in taking in his words and all the implications that come with them. Itès a horrifying thought by any culture's imagination, Walker thinks. There is something sacred in death, something sacred in that final resting place, allowing your body to become one with the world around you once more until you are little more than dust, atoms drifting about the world you had once called home.

This idea takes away all of the dignity and connectivity of death and bastardizes it to its very core. When Walker considers what it would be like if his loved ones reanimated, he can do nothing but balk at the mere thought of it.]

I am sorry, Daryl. That this is a world that you have had to live with, [he says, sympathy in his voice.] That is a horrific fate. I only hope that once their brains are removed, that they will be able to find peace in their true resting place at last.

[He's quiet for a moment, then ventures:] Is this a disease that you have any reason to believe might spread here? To this world, and to the people in it?