MAKNAE [twd] *editing*

【19】

The days following consisted of cleaning up the area outside as Hershel began to heal gradually.

"Here you go, baby," Lori smiles, scooting an extra piece of jerky my way.

"You should-" I begin to push the food back to her.

"I've had plenty. I feel great. You should eat up, you have a big day's work ahead," she assures.

"Work?" I repeat.

"You're coming today, right?" Glenn asks, picking up one of the weapons of the table.

"I'm going?" I ask.

"If you want. We're just doing clean up again," he nods.

Wide eyed, I look to T-Dog who laughs and shakes his head, "Don't look at me."

"Since when do you ask if I want to go? What put you in such a good mood?"

Daryl snorts a laugh picks up his bow, "Guard tower bonding."

Lori giggles, swatting Daryl's arm with a playful scolding look.

Glenn glares at the back of his head before looking down to me again, "Just because."

Not questioning their inside jokes, I rush to grab my bat and a knife.

"One exception," Glenn remembers, grabbing my jacket sleeve.

"There's always a catch with you," I huff.

Glenn scoffs, nodding his head to where Maggie stood in the doorway of Hershel's cell.

"You gotta stay by Maggie," he negotiates.

"Oh," I perk up, "Well, that's even better."

"Or with me," Glenn finishes.

"Gross," I mutter, making my way to Maggie.

--

"But, really all five are the best singers. I just prefer Jonghyun and Onew's voices when it comes to ballads," I explain.

The music that played from the stereo, my only CD in the player, was quiet and low. But, Maggie and I still could hear it as I told the story of the group to her.

I sigh, resting my head against the seat, "I wish we had internet. Their concerts were the best."

"You keep saying 'best'. I'm starting to think they're the best," Maggie giggles.

"They are," I nod.

Maggie parks the truck and looks over to me, "With voices like that, I see why."

We both exit the truck, making our way over to T and Carol.

"All right, we bout got all the bodies from inside Think we just need to get the trash out and then we'll move on to getting the ones in the field," T instructs.

"How many more trips you think?" Maggie wonders.

"Up here, maybe two," T nods.

Maggie's attention falters as she steps away, her lips curling into a smile. Not looking away from what she had her eyes on, she waves me over.

"Hana, come look," she hurries.

I step closer to her, following her eyesight, soon landing on Lori, Beth, Carl, and surprisingly- Hershel. He kept himself stable on the crutches under his arms, smiling a he looked over everyone.

"He's a superhero," I shake my head in disbelief.

"He is," Maggie agrees.

The delicate moment was shattered within seconds as Carl screamed, "Walkers!"