I don't believe in "the one". Mathematically, it makes no sense. You figure before the fever hit there were about 6 and half billion people on the planet. Assuming, everyone on the planet has this perfect mate out there, do you know the odds of ever meeting the person? I mean you could meet 100 people a day and never come close to meeting 6 billion. The odds of a Mr. Right even living in your same country is astronomical.

Now with the walkers and what? 75% of the world's population now one of the legion of shambling undead, chances are our perfect mates are dead. It's a sweet but incredibly flawed philosophy.

I think there are probably thousands of people that would be compatible.