Maggie finished piling the formula into the backpack. She swung the strap onto her shoulder, and looked back at Daryl. He was standing the closet, the possum in his hand, and was scanning the shelves inside.
"Canned peaches?" Daryl said. "I didn't even they made those."
Maggie gave a half-smile as he shut the door. He turned back to her, opening his mouth, but she spoke before he did. "Let's get the Hell out of here." Daryl's mouth shut, and he nodded.
He tucked the tail of the dead possum in his belt, and then loaded another arrow into his crossbow. He led the way back down the hall, and they entered the playroom.
Daryl headed for the window that Maggie had smashed in. "We might just make it back before dark after all." He slipped one leg through the window, and stepped onto the grass outside. Then, he looked back at Maggie.
She was standing in the middle of the room, her head turned the cribs. Before, when they had first entered, she had simply given it a glance in passing. But now, she couldn't take her eyes off of it. Her eyes filled with tears.
"Maggie?" Daryl asked, bringing his foot back inside, and staring at her.
"It's all I can picture," she said. She swallowed hard, and managed to look back to Daryl. "Lori, I mean. It's all I see when I close my eyes. I kept telling her no, but she said I had to do it."
Daryl had no words. He kept his eyes on Maggie as he walked over to the corner, and leaned his back against the wall, and crossed his feet.
"Something went wrong," Maggie started once more. "She was bleeding, and I didn't know what to do. She-she told me to cut her open. And I did. She just wanted her baby to be safe. I had to do it. I had to do it in front of Carl." She raised her hand up and she looked at the redness on her palm. She had washed up before she left, but some of it still remained. "I still have some of her blood on my hands." She began to sob. Then, it was just crying. She lowered her head, covering her eyes. No matter how much she shook, no matter how weak her legs became, she stood in that one spot.
The minutes went on, and the whole time, Daryl just stayed against the wall, watching her.
Finally, Maggie's crying came to a soft sob. She wiped away her tears, and rubbed her nose. Daryl took a step towards her. He gripped his crossbow tighter, and then walked towards. He looked her right in the eye, and scanned her over.
"We've got a job to do," he said.
Maggie nodded. "Right."
Daryl nodded back and then turned. He stepped outside, and Maggie was right behind him.
