Seven years? [The news stuns him, rocking him back on his heels. Rick scrubs his beard, trying to get his bearings. While this isn't the first time he's woken up in a strange and frightening place, cut off from the people he cared about, this wasn't from a coma that had put him down for a few weeks.
Seven years.] Jesus.
But.. Alexandria, the Hilltop? [The people they tried to protect, the places they tried to build, were they still standing? His voice threatens to crack.] Michonne.. Judith?
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Seven years.] Jesus.
But.. Alexandria, the Hilltop? [The people they tried to protect, the places they tried to build, were they still standing? His voice threatens to crack.] Michonne.. Judith?