Shan heard voices, and even more specifically, Matt's voice echoing through the void. It was silent, otherwise, as she assumed everyone else was dead. Whoever he was talking to was a decent person. They were giving him a chance to speak, and they didn't seem to want any issues, as far as she could tell. Taking a long and deep breath, she scooted from behind the tree, getting a better look of the people below her. A piece of her wanted to head down the hill to find him, but another side of her knew that she would never make it without being spotted. So, she lowered herself to the ground, like many of the exercises they had worked on after her attack in the city. She pressed her stomach flat, her loaded weapon aimed perfectly on the man speaking to Matt. ----- Travis lumbered through the trees, listening to voices and what he could only make out as idle threats, or requests. He slowed at the powerful voice ahead of him, and began tiptoeing as best as he could through the old leaves. He had never been much of a graceful person in the first place, and injured, he was even worse. Everything was silent, as if the people speaking had disappeared for a second or two, and so Travis decided to go on landmarks…anything to find, and possibly join (or kill) the good side (if such a thing existed anymore). A flash of red caught his attention from above him, and though his eyes immediately darted to the vibrant color, his brain began to complain, and he whispered to himself over and over. "It's not real. She's dead…Just keep walking…", he whispered, closing his eyes. When he opened them, he glanced back up the hill, and the same wisp of red hair continued to blow in the wind, causing his heart to skip, "No…we're not…" Suddenly his foot caught something heavy, and his face smashed into the damp forest floor. Groaning, he turned onto his side, glancing back at the obstacle. Expecting a walker, his mouth dropped open, and he narrowed his eyes, making sure he had gotten the facial features right, as a few features had definitely changed with the conditions. "You're alive…am…am I seeing things again, or are you…What the hell is going on?"