"Michonne this is the most deranged thing I've ever done with you. Enid told me she used to do this here in Alexandria when she thought she had clinical depression."

Michonne heard distant hissing from behind. "Turn around!"

Maggie spun and stabbed a walker inches behind her, dropping dead.

"Case in point," Maggie wiped the guts covered blade with her pants.

"I need some stress relief and also some advice from you." Michonne stepped over some brush and heard some more growling in the near distance. She grabbed her katana and decapitated two walkers who popped out behind the trees. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Feeling better already."

"You want my advice? Kill Negan or let me do it."

"Kill vegans? Is that what you said? That's kind of rude, I know their diet is all they talk about, but anyway, " Michonne was chuckling heartily as her friends face turned red. "Actually, I wanted to know, back when Glenn proposed to you, why did you say yes?"

Maggie stopped visibly fuming, lifting her eyebrows and almost smiling. "Michonne, look at me."

"OK."

"I've been a farm girl all my life. I fall into the stereotype of dressing up as a bride since I was nine."

"But Glenn wasn't the person you originally had in your plans to marry."

"Well. No. That was Zack from Saved by the Bell."

They laughed.

Maggie continued. "You of all people should know that what we plan for hardly ever comes through, especially in this society. To answer your question, it was a no brainer. What Glenn and I went through, together, along with the love in my heart I have for him, it was easy to say yes. Sure, marriage today might not entail a royal wedding anymore, but other than that, it's whatever you and Rick want it to be."

Within view, Michonne spotted a small black backpack halfway buried by a tree. She pointed. "Is this yours?"

Maggie shook her head.

Michonne sauntered up and unzipped. A thin notebook with crazed writing inside. "Dear Mr. VP" on the yellowed pages followed by illegible threats. Tossing that aside, there was a length of rope and a knife. Michonne handed that to Maggie.

There were also junk food wrappers. One reflective label caught Michonnes eye.

Mints.

Michonne looked up to the sky, eyes watering, thinking about concepts that she didn't have time to believe in.

Fate. Destiny. Kismet.

From the contents in the bag, the assumption of this attacker would indicate that they would not hold breath hygiene in high regard.

It had to be a sign. She stuffed the shiny colored piece of litter into her bra before standing up and stumbling backwards when the heel of her boot made surprise contact on a rock. Maggie, absent mindedly forgettimg about the existence of walkers, screamed.

Out came a group of same suited walkers: black jackets and ties, some with earpieces. One particular walker wore a gray suit. All were partially burned, definitely rotting. There was a tattered length of rope nearby.

Ten? Twelve? Twenty? Michonne lost count. It had been a long while since she needed to fight so many walkers, and couldn't remember the last time she did it on her back. A disgustingly smelly one was creeping too close.

Her life flashed before her eyes. Visions of people. Andre. Andrea. Daryl. Daryl? Carl, no eyepatch. Judith, smaller, back when she could easily fit all of her in her arms. Rick. In his shearling coat, fucking up people. Rick. In bed, with that look in eyes, heavy lidded with a combination of disbelief and love.

If I go out of the world in this way, Rick will fuck these walkers up and possibly Maggie too for consenting to this unhinged walk.

She took a breath.

Let me try it in his version.

I go out of the world in this way, my husband will fuck these walkers up.

It admittedly made sense now.

Maggie's hands. Knife close to the one trying to bite Michonne. Stab. Rotted brain guts all over. Walkers screaming.

"Michonne! You better get up! Fuck Negan, Rick is gonna kill meeeee!" Maggie yelled, as a putrid looking walker in a nice but filthy suit pulled her from behind.

Michonne hopped up and gave her buddy the same courtesy that was given to her, stabbing the skull of the walker that was seconds away from getting a meal.

"I'm teaching Judith to cut you fuckers down!" She shouted as a release.

"Yeah, that's Michonne's little girl!" Maggie screeched in a agreement, mowing another walker down.

Michonne took a beat, remembering playing with Judith on the living rroom the morning before, and how much more time she wanted to play with her afterward. "That IS my little girl. And she's rolling around on the floor fighting already!"

Together they made quick work of putting the rest down, one by one. Michonne and Maggie were filthy, smelly, and gasping for air, but they were alive.

Michonne asked, "Did we just kill our last Vice President?"

As their breaths caught up with them, Maggie said, not listening, "Uh, yeah, I'm walking back with you to Alexandria but I'm going home after this. I don't know if you two are in a fight so I'll find Aaron to tell Rick I had to leave. Keep the cornbread."

Michonne furrowed her brow. "You just got here, and I know you know we have showers. You can clean up as soon as we get back."

Maggie laughed. "I love you Michonne, but no. Whoo! You two owe me a visit after this on my side of town! You know, where it's safer! Rick loves a wild woman."