Previously on The Walking Dead: World Beyond .
I live for my mom, who died that night ten years ago today.
Mom, please!
I'm so-- I'm sorry.
The CRM is bad and our dad's in trouble.
He wasn't asking for help, but we know he might need it
I'm not trying to talk you out of it.
I'm trying to talk you into letting me go with you.
Me too.
They'll never make it.
They'll die.
Then we have to make sure they don't.
You find yourself face-to-face with one of the dead.
To eliminate the threat, you go straight for the brain.
A direct stab through the eye socket is the easiest way.
Iris? Iris! Let us help!
Right, if you can't get to the brain, that's okay.
You're going to want to sweep out its legs.
Iris!
If none of that works, the last thing that you want to do
is tire yourself out.
In the end though, it is all about avoidance.
Keeping a safe distance is the difference between life and death.
Iris, we're not ready. You're not ready!
I am!
Iris!
Now you'll be scared the first time you face one.
You should be.
You should be scared
every single time that you are outside those walls.
Oh, shit...
Hold on, okay? We're coming.
Jesus.
-It's alright. -Did she- Are you-
It's okay. I'm... I'm okay.
You could have died!
I didn't!
I'm okay.
Its physiology is so different.
It's like you tackled a bag of ravioli and candy canes.
I got this.
So, uh...
That's what you get!
I'm sorry.
Didn't we use to take piano lessons on this street?
You did. I quit, remember?
I can't believe the Lieutenant Colonel gave the girls a map.
A map of New York State.
She said that's where their father is.
If we told the super the truth, we'd have ten more hands out here.
If you spill that old professor-doctor
was sending messages back here from the CR?
That's a basket of deep-fried shit.
I just don't get it.
It's not like him. That man does not take risks.
Neither do we. Look at us now.
He loves his girls, you love him.
And I love you, idiot. Which is why I'm here.
That, and Hope's a good kid.
I may have given her reason to think she could pull this off.
Well, I love you too Huck, and no you did not.
Way too early to be nimble.
I've seen you limbo, girl. I think you'll manage.
Nobody gets lower than me.
But that's when the sun's down, and the music's up.
I mean, he was risking the whole Alliance by sending those.
The Civic Republic doesn't play.
You really think he may be in some kind of trouble? That Will is?
None of his messages said the CR were bad people.
-Yeah, well... -Just saying.
Maybe their facility's in trouble. Maybe their whole community is.
I don't know.
Say what you will...
What, they're a bunch of black-wearing paranoids,
lightyears ahead of us in manufacturing, fuel, and chicory?
It's good chicory.
Say what you will about them not telling anyone where they are.
But also not allowing any sort of communication in or out.
I mean, that means... That means that they enforce that from inside,
wherever they are.
Say what you will, but they handle their shit.
You're sure they're headed east?
This road's the straightest shot.
You know what's east.
It's a funnel.
It'll stop them.
We'll catch them.
The second they catch sight of it,
they'll be glad they still have a home to go back to.
Hey, Dad. I finally got my check for all that overtime.
I'll deposit it as soon as--
I used your computer.
Got on that... job website you wanted me to try.
Found these emails.
Are you a faggot?
You don't say that word to me.
I love you, but don't say that to me.
Because you are?
-This isn't how- -Are you?
I'm gay, Dad.
Get out of my house.
Dad, things have been hard.
You're not seeing it right, we can talk about it.
Get out of my house,
right now,
and don't come back.
I don't know you.
Dad, I'm your son.
No, you're not.
-Yeah, I am! -You're not.
I am your son, goddamn it! I've been paying your bills,
I've been holding you together,
I've been believing in you when nobody else would.
I'm going to walk out that door,
and you're going to have to live with that.
Yeah. I will.
You need that.
No.
We don't need your help.
I didn't know you could fight empties.
Me either.
What kind of music are you into?
Different... kinds?
Well you should play some for us sometime.
You know, when it's safe to.
Okay.
Crate!
Strike!
That's the game.
You pick the target,
and then you bowl the ball.
Yeah, name's Big Mo.
Found him sitting all alone, abandoned on the curb.
Aw, damn.
The wind always wins.
What?
Just something my mom said,
about nature deciding who lives and who dies.
Turns out she was right.
About what?
Us being at the conclusion of the Holocene extinction.
The sixth extinction event on the planet.
We were already killing ourselves directly and indirectly, but...
nature made a shortcut.
You know, it took the dinosaurs possibly 60,000 years to die,
after 240 million of living, so...
following that ratio,
given the human race is 600,000
and factoring in other miscellaneous variables,
I'd say we have about fifteen years 'til we're gone.
Fifteen years, huh?
I'd have given it way less, but that's just me.
I'd never have pegged you for the doomsday type.
You just seem so chill about it.
It's just how it is.
You seem at peace with it.
Most people aren't.
Guess we're not most people.
What is it?
It's The Blaze.
So it's real.
The Blaze of Gory!
Blaze of...
Gory?
The B.O.G.
People have been talking about it since everything fell apart.
It's this everlasting fire of totally Old Testament proportions.
The predominant theory is that it's tires.
A lot of tires.
Left unattended, they can burn for years,
even decades.
It's... just a fire, though...
No, no, it's much more than that.
The smoke plume and the firelight after dark
have been attracting empties to it for years and years,
like moths to a flame.
And the more that come, the louder it gets,
which attracts more.
Thus explaining why we haven't seen too many around here.
So can we get through it?
Yeah.
We don't know that.
Why risk it, let's just go around.
We go around, the river cuts us off, we go sixty miles out of the way.
We should at least see if it's doable.
You talk me out of stuff like this, not the other way around.
-That was a long time ago. -That was yesterday.
Exactly. So let's keep moving.
Okay.
Let's see what we see.
I want to see it regardless.
This was them.
At least one of them.
Whichever one ate chocolate for breakfast.
That's fun.
I swear to God,
Hope is going to be composting mulch for a year when I find her.
Just Hope? Not Iris or the others?
You think Iris is behind this?
I was in the weeds for a while.
Who you are inside those walls ain't who you are outside.
You okay?
Yup!
Aces.
What's with the spray paint?
Science!
I can continue Dr Bavolar's migration experiments while on our journey.
Track how the empties move, merge, and break off from each other.
Hey, maybe you can help me?
Okay.
Is... Is that an empty?
What happened to it?
You hear that?
Let's get the hell out of here!
Help, Silas!
Hit it!
Use the wrench!
We lost it.
Bummed you didn't kill it?
Yeah.
Don't be.
Why did you try to kill yours?
I had to.
I'm the reason we're out here.
And we'll all have to kill one eventually.
Hey, guys.
Think that's our shelter for the evening?
Looks like a whole lot of rooms to clear.
Well, yes, but, not that.
Why be on terra firma when you can be on summus locus ?
Hope, remember how we begged Dad to build
a tree house in the back yard?
Yeah, I remember.
Big Mo!
Big Mo.
Come on...
Give him a helping hand coming back home.
He's cool.
You got to say it when you do it.
-Big-- -Come on, Silas!
Loud and proud!
Big Mo!
Yeah!
He found us?
I'm sorry, guys.
It's okay. We can drop something on it. Um...
Oh! Big Mo.
Okay, okay. I will do it.
We'll get him back.
I just didn't want to crack his glossy goodness.
Taking the hit for us, papi .
Ah, shit!
There's got to be something else in here.
I'm... sorry.
I should have killed it before.
It's okay. Empties are supposed to get distracted pretty easy.
If it's still around in the morning, we'll deal with it then.
Oh, score!
Now it's your turn.
You just went?
Getting doubles.
I was meant to get, like--
-Is that eight? -Right.
I don't have... I only have red ones.
I'm not going to let you out.
What was that?
Twelve! That's the highest one.
I'm going to buy that, the Electric Company.
Okay.
I'm going to... I'm going to do this.
Oh, that was almost doubles again.
Come on. Come on, stud.
Did...
Did you...
get rid of it?
I didn't do anything.
Th-thank you.
That should have been me. That was my mistake.
It wasn't.
But fine, say it was.
It doesn't mean it has to follow you around forever.
Look, can we keep this our little secret?
What's up, Felix?
Nothing, I... I just used to live around here.
Hope stole this from my apartment.
You'd think they'd do a better job of covering up their tracks.
You'd think they would, huh?
Come on.
Well?
You wanted to take a look, we took a look, and what I saw was crazy.
It's big.
Quite big.
I think we can do this.
The map says there's an airfield on the other side.
It's surrounded by a fence,
which means the empties coming from the east have to go around it.
That leaves us a clear path to go through.
We just have to go due east, then we're home free.
What about the ones before the fence?
It's all about evasion.
It's like what Felix taught us in self-defense class:
the key isn't fighting, it's avoiding.
We can sneak past them and use the buses for cover.
Um, did you guys see the same screwed-up shit that I did?
We've had two close encounters with empties already
and we barely made it past them. Two of them.
Come on, guys. Let's put our brains back in.
If we go around,
we'll probably get caught, and I can't go back.
Seconded.
I came out here to see what the world is. Start to finish.
I don't intend to finish before I start.
Blaze of Glory, right guys?
It'll be dark soon.
If we leave at dawn, shadows will be long and we'll have more cover.
Holy God. The air tastes like a skid mark.
That's the tire fire. We're close. Which means they are too.
They should hit The Blaze tomorrow.
We can afford to rest. We're going on 48 hours.
-I'm fine. -You're not.
You're not even thinking right.
We don't rest, we get whupped by the janitor kid when we find them.
Hey, Huck.
I swear to God.
Huck.
I get it. You're worried for them.
But if you don't clear your head and start thinking big picture,
you'll end up with one of these. Or worse.
So you're not going to sleep,
and you're not going to tell me what's up.
Great.
You know...
you were out in the wild for years,
and you barely said two words about it. You know that, right?
I got my rep as the strong, silent type
to think about.
And besides, the past is the past, you know.
I was, uh...
I was at the University.
The Night the Sky Fell.
Yeah. You mentioned that.
As soon as it started to get bad, I just...
I just took off.
I... I had to.
Just to get back to them. You know?
Get back to my family.
I just wanted to see if they were okay.
See if I could just be with them at the end.
It took two days.
Mostly by foot.
I get it.
They might have been shitty parents,
but they're still your parents.
Did you make it back?
Mom! Dad!
Mom!
Dad! Just let me help you get somewhere safe.
We don't need your help.
Come on, Mom! I'm home!
It doesn't matter.
The past is the past, right?
Yeah, it is.
Hey. Get some sleep, Huck.
You ain't got to tell me twice.
Got about a half hour until sunup.
Your and Iris's jackets look spiffy.
Silas fixed them so they'd fit us.
His grandma taught him how to sew.
Who knew?
Hey, can I ask you something?
Does it bother you that we're going to end up like the dinosaurs?
Does it bother you?
I think I always knew it was going to go that way.
Or at least, since...
Wait. Are you dodging?
No! No, I was just curious.
It doesn't bother me.
Just the opposite.
There had to have been a last generation.
I just wonder if they knew they were the end,
were therefore special.
We're the last generation?
Or the endlings,
as the last of a species is called.
That makes us special.
I'm lucky to know that.
To know that I need to make my life count.
It's all I can do.
Really, it's all any of us can do.
We're the endlings.
Endlings, huh?
Actually, I misspoke. We aren't the endlings.
The last member of a species, the very last one, that's an endling.
Of this faux species,
that is our quartet crossing the continent,
the last one alive,
they're the endling.
And it's their life,
their death,
that defines us all.
Does that bother you?
Yeah.
We should get going soon. The sun will start to rise.
Yeah.
Oh, um...
Do you still have the spray paint?
Yeah.
Jesus.
I was out like a light.
You sleep at all?
No. No, I couldn't if I wanted to.
Too bad.
Yeah. We should go.
We need to keep moving east.
That's it. That's our way out. But we'll have to go around them.
So much for east.
Knowing where you are going is everything.
Now, if you know what time it is, you got a compass in the sky.
Now you lose that, you're flying blind.
Keep moving.
This isn't about standing your ground.
This is about survival.
Sometimes, you don't get to choose your direction.
Where's the fence?
I can't see it.
Sometimes, you don't get to know where you're going.
There it is.
It's this way!
It's okay. We did it.
We made it.
What the hell?
We didn't do it.
Not even close.
"The Endlings"?
They got themselves a nickname.
She wants us to find them.
Iris or Hope?
Ah, I don't know.
Obviously one of them doesn't want to do this.
One of them wants our help.
So let's get them.
Yo! Keep up.
I'm not letting you sneak off like last night.
Felix!
Mom! Dad!
Come on, Mom! I'm home!
Will you tell me where you went last night?
To kill my parents.
The airfield must be behind the rest of The Blaze.
I should have known there'd be a "rest of The Blaze".
It was behind the smoke, alright? None of us saw it.
I'm going to propose something unpopular,
but it might be the only "something" we have.
There's an old tornado siren on that roof.
If somebody could sound it, it could create a nice diversion
for the others.
For the others?
The idea is that whoever sounds the siren will be able to get down too.
You want to send someone in as bait?
No! No, no not as bait, more like...
It's bait, yeah.
-But I don't want to, at all, okay? -It's too dangerous.
We all came in, we all come out.
But how?
Iris.
You were right to question me.
I thought I was ready for this.
I wanted to be brave.
I wanted to be more like you.
I'm not brave.
I'm a shit person who does shit things
because I don't give a single shit about anything.
-That's not true. -Yes, it is!
You had the guts to do something big.
Something crazy,
something that meant something, and not just to you but all of us.
You should be proud,
no matter what.
Let's get some rest. We'll do better with fresh heads. all of us.