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H E R
Glenn go to Terminus -Maggie
The words glistened wetly with the familiar dark sludge of rotting walker blood, each letter done by two finger stroke against the worn concrete wall before us. It was proof that Maggie was alive, had come before us. After a thorough look around the area, Daryl concluded that she hadn't been alone.
"We should be there long before dusk." Rick informed our small crusade. "Let's get moving."
We pressed on.
"Do you know what this means?" I quietly asked Carl after we had returned to the train tracks. "We're not the only people who got out."
If Maggie was alive, then surely she must be with Beth. Daryl had mentioned two sets of female boot prints in the dirt, igniting a spark of anticipation within me. Beth, another friend whom I held dear, was on my list of those I longed to see again. The mere thought of reuniting with her filled me with a surge of excitement, tempting me to share my hopeful musings with Carl.
He cast his gaze down towards me, in the gentle glow of winter afternoon light that cast gloomish pall over everything, his eyes persevered through with their startling shade of blue. His face held no emotion, his carefully constructed facade of apathy hardly ever betrayed him.
"Beth could be with her." I implored, grabbing his arm for a moment in my excitement.
"There are others," Carl slowly agreed. Of course, being the pessimist he was, he had to defuse me with a discouraging response. "But we don't know how long ago she wrote that. Or the people she's with. You know that the whole Terminus thing could be a-"
"Trap." I finished, rolling my eyes. "But... don't you want to at least give it a chance? Your dad thinks its a good idea."
Rubbing at his hoodie sleeves as he shrugged a single shoulder insisting he was neutral to the subject although I knew that wasn't the case. My eyes caught to the bloody scratches across the pale skin of his cheek and I dropped my eyes.
I grasped the depth of his mistrust, and it would have been effortlessly simple for me to acquiesce to such doubt. However, I realized that between the two of us, it was my role to illuminate the brighter facets of every situation, even when they seemed nonexistent. Despite my own internal struggles with pervasive negativity, I chose to radiate optimism for the sake of those around me, particularly Carl.
"Carl, not everyone is bad."
"I know that," He replied sharply before catching himself. He shook his head before trying again, softer, "I know that but how am I supposed to tell the difference? Eleanor, none of us have a clue about Terminus besides its general location and that there is a chance that Maggie and others might be there."
