Having come from a world full of walkers, where most technology was not functional and objects from space fell from the sky most likely because there were no astronauts to maintain them, this was still impossible for Carol to believe. Not to mention the fact that souls were beyond a complicated matter for her, had been ever since the tally of lives she'd taken had grown so high that she no longer kept count. "mmmhhmm." Carol muttered, falling back to thinking she was hallucinating, though the idea that she was the victim of an elaborate trap was still on the table. She stepped through the nearby doors and looked around. No bullets were fired at her, which didn't mean much. No one wasted shots these days, especially on a crazy woman.