maggie kept her eyes on the fog for another few seconds before finally looking down at the map in negan's hands. "if we wait until morning, we might not have anything left to come back for." she stepped closer, pulling her coat tighter around herself as another gust of wind swept
₍ New York had turned into a frozen wasteland literally; the snow kept falling. The dead seemed more aggressive than usual, yet life here moved at a slow pace under the watchful eyes of Maggie and Negan. who, to his own surprise, had settled perfectly into the role of sheriff. But nothing good lasts forever, and the weather was beginning to take its toll on everyone; blizzards were becoming more frequent and food increasingly scarce. That was precisely why Maggie and Negan had ventured further out, into an area no one had reached before—or, if they had, no one had survived. The lake looked like something out of a horror movie; Negan’s gaze was fixed on the fog shrouding the horizon, but at the sound of her words, he glanced down at the map. ₎
The weather’s going to kill us; the wind is picking up, Maggie. And you’re planning to head into a part of Manhattan today that no one’s ever scouted? Let’s wait out the night and go in the morning, when we can actually see where we’re going.
she adjusted the strap of her rifle across her shoulder and started toward the edge of the lake. "we go in, we find what we can, and we're back before dark."
she stopped after a few steps, glancing over her shoulder at him. "unless you're scared, sheriff."
the corner of her mouth
a small portable flashlight. "we're six miles away. if the map is correct, we're going to find food." she said, moving carefully over a part of the bridge that no longer remembered how to stand.
winter had a way of making the dead look almost human.snow settled over the ruins of new york in thin, dirty layers, softening broken windows and collapsed buildings, covering the bloodstains that refused to disappear completely. from the rooftop, maggie could barely make out the
for heat and stupid enough to follow smoke.
the dead didn't care. "told you this part of the river was going to be frozen." she stated, not even looking at @viciouswound just yet. she knew the terrain. she also liked to be right. she opened her backpack, hand reached to grab
₍ He keeps his hands raised to show he has no intention of harming her, but at that comment, he snorts loudly and nods. ₎ Are you planning to slit my throat because I threw a pine at you?