Daryl raised his eyes from his half-finished pike to look at the man, disdain apparent. He took in his clothing - especially the cleric's collar, and the distaste deepened, becoming sheer annoyance at the other's presence. He'd never had a hell of a lot of respect for God, after all. What kind of God let a father get drunk and beat his kids half to death every night? Not to mention the things he did afterwards. And what kind of fucking God made walkers, and let them eat men, women, and children, holy and heathen alike?
Hell, there wasn't no such thing as God, and if there was, he was a fucking asshole.
"A priest, huh? Well, your Jesus is a Walker, too. Before there was Walkers everywhere. Maybe he started the whole damn thing, who knows. But we're gonna put these pikes up around the gate to keep the fuckers away from the apartments if they show up here."