▲ C a r o l
P e l e t i e r ▼
♦ gender; female
♦ age; mid - late 40s
♦ tagged; n/a
Carol jerked her gaze upright, looking at Maggie as she departed from the camp. Why would she do that when there was danger around? They were safer together. She kept silent, watching her exit. Soon, her eyes would drift back to Primrose. Wouldn't they have to leave her soon, as Rick stated?
▲ M a g g i e
G r e e n e ▼
♦ gender; female
♦ age; mid - late 40s
♦ tagged; n/a
She gave Carl one last look, narrowing her brows. Fully turning back to the direction she was aiming for, she'd begin to travel, making her way out of the clearing and into the denser trees. Maggie looked up, attempting to tell the time. An hour, maybe a few had gone by since the portion of the group set out. Not only did she want to be helpful, but she also wanted to visit the quiet woodened region, knowledgeable that a few walkers would be scattered throughout it.
Maggie approached a knocked down tree, one in which she'd collected somewhat good firewood from. She scanned her surroundings briskly, soon hearing the sound of a walker. It sounded like just one, so she decided to pull her focus from the wood and instead upon the approaching undead. Unsheathing her knife, she'd walk toward it, sending a clean blow through it's skull. With a final groan, it collapsed to the ground, motionless.