Hey guys,

It's been awhile. Like it always is. A while. Oh well.

I'll just leave this here.

We. All. Got. Jobs. To. Do.

~MaggieRhee


"So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light

'Cause oh that gave me such a fright

But I will hold you as long as you like

Just promise me we'll be alright.

So lead me back, turn south from that place

And close my eyes to my recent disgrace

'Cause you know my call

And we'll share my all

And our children will hear me roar."

-Ghosts That We Knew.

-Mumford and Sons.


My head was between my knees as I waited for Maggie to come out of the bathroom. I'd hoped the news she would deliver would make me feel better. I'd hoped all of this would just scare us into being more careful next time. However, I felt as if the tight knit lives we had been living were starting to spiral out of control. The threads of our future were getting caught on the hooks of each passing second.

I watched as the sun set outside. The night had grown darker in more ways than one. The occasional walker came by but we were so quiet we didn't draw any attention. I knew the group must be wondering where we were and I had hoped Carol would cover for us.

It must've been an hour since Maggie'd gone to take the tests. I was trying to give her enough time to process whatever the result was on her own before she had to talk to me. I wanted her to be able to come to me on her own but I was currently resisting barging in on her.

I was going crazy.

More time passed and I decided to try knocking.

"Maggie?" I said, my voice breaking as my fingers hit the door.

There was no answer. I knocked again, trying to stay quiet. "Mags, whatever it is, it doesn't matter. We can figure this out. We'll be fine." A lump formed in my throat. "All three of us." I said, the thought of a real family, a family of three, came and went like air, frequently. "Maggie, you just have to let me in."

She still didn't respond. I grew a little concerned. "Maggie open up," I said. I knocked again, harder this time. "Maggie?" I tried turning the knob but it was locked. "Maggie open the door!" I yelled. I frantically twisted the knob with one hand and pounded on the door with the other. "Maggie!" yelled repeatedly. She still wasn't answering me.

After many failed attempts, I flung my body at the door. My body ached as I felt the impact. My skin stretched apart, tugging at the stitches that held it together. I cried out as I ran to the door and threw my body into it.

Finally, the door caved and let me in. It was a single bathroom.

"Maggie?" I said. "Then I saw her.

Her body was nothing but a thin pile of limbs on the floor. She was crumpled into a ball of herself.

"Oh my Gad," I rushed over to her.

"Maggie," I put my hands on her but she didn't stir. "Mags?" I lightly shook her. Maybe, after the tests, she had cried herself to sleep.

But there was no such luck in waking her.

"Mags, wake up," my breathing grew short. How had this happened?

I was still shaking her. I was so confused. Had she passed out?

Then, I realized how cold she was. Her skin was like smooth ice under my fingers. "No, no," My voice was barely audible, not that anyone was around to hear me.

I turned her over to see that her face was pale, almost with a green, sickly sheen. Her rib cage didn't rise and fall ike usual. I looked around as if someone was coming to help us.

But there was no one. Just like always.

I put my head on her chest and listened to her heart beat. It was faint and slower than usual. While the irregular sound make me sick, it also comforted me. It was still there. She was still alive. There was still hope.

"Maggie, please." I grabbed her hand, begging her to wake from whatever this is, but I realized she was holding something.

I looked down to see a brown vile of pills. Little spheres looked back at me from behind the glass. I didn't know what they were, or why Maggie had them. I didn't want to believe that she had taken any. However, there was a significant space between the top of the vile and the pills that told me she had.

Maggie had a heart beat. Regardless of what had happened, what she had taken or not taken, it didn't matter. She wasn't dead. Not yet. "No,' I cried louder each time.

I pulled her up into my arms and tipped her head forward. I reached up to the sink and splashed some water on her face. She didn't react.

I tried hitting her on the back a few times to see if she would cough up any of the pills. When she didn't, I realized she had already started to digest them.

I opened her mouth and placed my fingers between her lips and forced them into her throat. She started to gag and I grimaced, sorry that I had to do this to her.

When she puked, it was, again, nothing much. I made her empty her stomach two more times before I paused.

She still hadn't woken up. I pulled her away from the mess and laid her down. I pried open her eyelids like children do to their parents on Christmas morning, only this was much less joyful.

Her eyes were still hers. They were still green and perfect. However, I worried soon that might change.

Whetevr these pills were, they were enough to leave her in this state. I worried that they might be enough to take her away from me.

Now, I had to get her to Dr. Peters. Perhaps he had a way to pump her stomach or something similar. Anyways, I wanted her back home. It was the safest place for her even if it was the place she ended.

I heard a few things being knocked over from inside the store. By the lazy feet and clumsy behavior I knew it was walkers. From what I could hear there were three. I let Maggie lay by herself for a moment and I got my knife out.

I shut the door behind me, putting a barrier between Mags and the walkers. I went into the aisles and quickly, without any close call, put them all down, putting the beasts out of their misery. Now, I wondered if that's just what Maggie had tried to do.

I looked outside to see how far I'd have to carry Maggie. The car was close, however, I heard very similar noises as I did before. As my eyes narrowed in the darkness, I saw them.

A heard. Hundreds of them.

I ran back to the bathroom. I had to make it out with Maggie before they came. There was no way I could handle all of them and carry her.

I shook the door handle but it didn't budge. I realized then I never unlocked it. "No!" I screamed. I couldn't just leave her. Even if she wasn't dead I couldn't let her wake up alone.

I tried hitting it like I had before but this time it was smarter. The wood was just flaking away but the door didn't move.

"Maggie!" I screamed. Maybe she would wake up. "Maggie, you have to wake up. Please," I begged as I shook the door handle violently. I heard the walkers getting closer and saw them as the first few started to creeps by the windows.

After a few more shakes I kicked the door. "Damn it," It was no use. I looked around to see my options and ran behind the desk to look for any equipment. The standard had already been taken. The ax from the emergency box was gone. The fire extinguisher had been stolen. I thought about using a broom to try to wedge my way in but even that was gone. I looked for keys but there weren't any. Things were looking bleak as I heard more walkers passing by.

I went back over to the door and uselessly shook the handle. I turned to the shelf behind me and saw there were cans of tomato soup. On the very bottom was 120 oz can of it.

I picked it up, and was shocked at how heavy it actually was. I tried banging it against the door but it was too strong. Finally, I decided to hit the door knob with it, trying to break the lock within.

The metal against steel sound turned the walkers heads. I could hear there were at least four behind me somewhere in the store.

I hit it faster and harder. "Come on, come on." I said. The can was morphing and the aluminum started to cut into my hands. I heard the walkers growing closer and with one giant hit, the lock broke. Tomato soup spill onto the floor as the can burst.

The door swung open and I turned into the bathroom. I noticed Maggie was still out.

A walker came behind me and tried to force its' way into the room with us. I blocked it with the door. I couldn't reach my knife in my pocket and slamming the door on it would just hit it's chest.

It snarled at me and I realized the soup can was still in my hand.

I put it through the walker's eye, the sharpest side stabbing it's way through the surface, after a moment the walker fell to my feet.

I kicked the body out of the room and shut the door.

Maggie was looking sicker by the second. I picked her up from the floor and threw her over my shoulder. Her breath was faint but I could hear it.

I opened the door and two more walkers stood in front of me. Hands reached out for us and I kicked it's chest. The feet slipped on the spilled soup and landed it's head by the door frame. With one slam it stopped moving.

It's friend had tripped over the dead one's body and had stumbled long enough for me to get my knife and stab it.

More were coming through the store and I didn't have much time.

Before I left I scanned the room. I turned to see the bathroom counter where Maggie had laid the tests.

Staring up from the dirty white tiles they sat. Two pink lines. Smiley faces. Plus signs. The tests mocked me as I ran out of the room.


I had been able to beat the thick of the herd out to the car.

I laid Maggie down in the backseat, then drove away.

We'd been on the road for what felt like an eternity. Life nowadays always felt somehow both too short and too long. Waiting for Maggie to wake up was killing me.

We were nearing camp and still nothing was happening. I prayed that Maggie, who laid unmoving, just had to sleep this off. Like a high or bad hangover, she would wake up from with a headache and nothing more.

I hoped that I wouldn't have to bring my dead wife's body home.

As I kept driving, we neared Terminus. I wiped the occasional tear from my face. I eventually heard her start to stir behind me.

"Maggie?" I asked glancing behind me.

She didn't answer me but she kept moving. I heard her bones popping and cracking as she did.

"Oh my God, Maggie," I started to cry as she woke. "Maggie."

Her spine stuck out from her back as she turned over. A low, groan, almost inhuman sound, came from within her.

My heart dropped. I swallowed the fear inside me. "Mags?" I said, calm and quiet.

She didn't say anything. Her breath was thick and heavy like death was in her throat. Her snarls sounded less like her and more like something else.

"Maggie," I said. I reach one hand out to her but had the other on my knife. I wasn't sure, that if she had turned, I would be able to really do it. Maybe the knife would have actually been for me.

Slowly, I started to touch her back. "Maggie, I love you." I said.

Her breath quickened and her hand reached behind her to grab my wrist. I closed my eyes and waited for the worst.

I waited for her teeth to tear into me. For my skin to be ripped apart like my heart had been tonight.

Instead, all I felt was her smooth fingers tips glide along my hand. "Glenn," she croaked.

I opened my eyes and saw her looking back at me from the back seat. Her. Maggie. She was here and alive and human.

"Maggie, oh my God." I moved so my arms were around her. "Oh my God, I love you so much." I kissed her face over and over again.

"I love you too, Glenn." she whimpered.

"Jesus, you scared me so much." I put my hands on either side of her face. "Why did you do that? Why did you take those pills?" I cried. "Maggie, why?" I was frantic. Tears ran down her face and spilled onto my hands.

She could barely speak she was so consumed by sadness. Her fingers peeled my hands off her face.

"Those tests were positive." she cried. Her face was red and she could barely breathe. Her heartbeat was somehow fast but still quiet. "Glenn, I'm pregnant." she sobbed into my shirt. "I'm pregnant, Glenn. Pregnant." she rocked back and forth. She was nearly incosolable.

"I know Maggie, I know. I know you are."

"Oh my God, oh my God." she cried over and over again.

She was scared. I was too.

"Maggie, listen to me." I kiss her forehead but kept her against me. I didn't want her to see I was crying. "We've been through everything that this life has put us through this far. Through the prison attacks, and the Governor, and the Termites, and we've always came out on the other side of it." I breathed, trying to compose myself. "A baby, Maggie, even in this world, isn't the worst thing that could happen. Just like all those things we've been through before, we'll come out on the other side of this too. Only this time," I said, letting her look at me now. "This time, when we pull through it, it won't just be me and you."

She looked at me and, for the first time, my mention of a family hadn't made her cry. "There will be three of us." she said.

I nodded. "There will be three of us."


Alright. There it was. No I'll just go back to waiting for October and I'll see you guys next update.

We. All. Got. Jobs. To. Do.

~MaggieRhee