Michonne was walking in the woods, dragging her brothers - infected with their jaws and arms cut off, metal circular pieces around their necks with chains. She gripped the chains with her katana in its case on her back, narrowing her eyes as she scanned the woods for walkers. None approached, thanks to her 'pets' as she called the zombies on chains - her infected brothers Andre and Michael. She continued through the forest collecting mushrooms, berries, herbs - anything edible - until she came across a cabin. She entered, locking the door behind her, and tied Andre and Michael to some pipes. They snarled and groaned, but remained docile - unable to eat, they posed no threat. Setting her bag on the table, she heard something fall downstairs. Pausing, she placed her hand on her katana handle, slowly drawing the sword as she unlocked the basement door and descended the stairs. At the bottom, she sheathed her katana, looking at the figure chained to the wall by the ankle - scrawny and gaunt from lack of food and water.

Michonne eyed them warily before approaching and examining the chains. She wandered off to search for something to remove them, returning ten minutes later with a set of rusty keys that surprisingly fit. She unlocked the chains, freeing the prisoner.

Michonne brought them upstairs and gave them food. As they ate, she finally spoke.

Michonne: So, how long you been down there?