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A sigh escaped from the lips of Maggie Greene as she sat in the cell with her sister, Beth, and baby Judith. Beth was humming a soft song to the small child to get her to sleep and to calm down. It seemed to be helping, but Beth's beautiful voice always helped to calm the storm in people. Maggie could sing, too, but she was a bit more shy than her sister, so she chose to not share her voice. Only one has really heard her sing, Glenn, the man who had her heart before, but now they weren't together. It was more of a mutual decision then a just one of their choice decision.
Smiling as she heard the soft breathing from the small baby, she stood up and gave Judith a peck on the top of her bald head and looked towards Beth. "I'm going on a quick run with Daryl, we're about out of supplies and we need to find some more formula for Judy, we're running low, I think we've got two more cans left." Maggie said to her younger sister. Beth looked up at her, a frown crossing her face. "With who?" She asked. Their group had grown smaller since the flu strained illness took the life of over half the people on the group.
"Daryl." Maggie said and Beth nodded. The youngest Greene sister was quite fond of him, which was good. She needed to find hope in someone, and Daryl was truly a good guy. "I'll be back, though." Maggie said before going to find her father, Hershel Greene. He was in another part of the prison talking to Tyreese and Sasha about something. She found him easily and informed him she was going on a run with Daryl. She gave him a quick kiss on the head before going outside to look for the man.
She stood by the truck they would be taking and patiently waited for him. In the distance, Rick was with Carl repairing the fence the walkers tore down a couple nights before. Michonne was loading a trailer up with bodies of the walkers to take out further and burn. The activity around here had been quite, almost too quite, but they hadn't seen a walker since the other night, which was an improvement. She leaned against the truck as she waited, letting the thoughts run through her head of the past.