The Walking Dead Season 4 - Episode 1 -

Inside, a walker is chained to a radiator. But it’s not dead. It’s sick . Its eyes are milky, but it’s crying. Black, tarry blood oozes from its eyes and mouth. It sees them. It doesn’t snarl. It speaks —a wet, gurgling whisper: “Don’t… let me… turn…”

“The pig is sick.”

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The screen is black. We hear soft rain and the squeak of a rocking chair. FADE IN: A pair of weathered hands hovering over a small, brown seed. The hands push the seed into a mound of dark, rich soil. The camera pulls back to reveal RICK GRIMES. He looks older, thinner. His beard is full, but his eyes are calm. He wears a worn flannel shirt, sleeves rolled up, revealing calloused hands. He’s not a sheriff anymore. He’s a farmer. Behind him, the prison yard is transformed. Raised garden beds overflow with tomatoes, cucumbers, and corn. Chickens peck in a wire coop. Children—Lizzie, Mika, and a few new faces—run between the fences, laughing. A pig snorts. Rick looks at it with a soft, almost paternal smile. TITLE CARD: THIRTY DAYS WITHOUT AN ACCIDENT The Walking Dead Season 4 - Episode 1

Rick turns. “What?”

“New variant. Airborne? Fluid-borne? We don’t touch anything.”

(sipping herbal tea) “The pig is ready. We cull her next week. That’s protein for two months.” Inside, a walker is chained to a radiator

Rick nods. “I’ll go.”

EXT. FOREST - DAY The supply team: Rick, Daryl, Michonne (who still says little, but now carries a lollipop for Judith), and a young, cocky survivor named ZACH (Beth’s new boyfriend).

He screams.

“Ain’t nobody touched this? Smells like a trap.”

INT. COUNCIL MEETING - NIGHT Rick, Daryl, Carol, Hershel, and Glenn sit around a table. A chalkboard reads: “DAYS SINCE LAST DEATH: 30.”

(whispering) “No. No, that’s not possible.” Its eyes are milky, but it’s crying

They find the source. In the basement, a locked steel door. Behind it, the sound of wet, rhythmic slamming. Rick peers through a small window. His face goes white.