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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐔𝐏, 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌. There was no rustling of any blood-thirsty Grounders, and that was what made her worry. If they were blood-thirsty, they would've already attacked, no matter what obstacle was in their way. They didn't exactly strike Maggie as the type of people that didn't wait to attack a defenceless camp with delinquents that still struggled to shoot a gun. 

So, like the paranoid person she was, a certain blonde Griffin girl would wait outside the camp walls, waiting for any sign that they might be attacked. Maggie would wait insid, doing what she could, which wasn't much. She couldn't create any more weapons for the kids because there wasn't enough materials, and they were already running low enough as it was. Instead, she just threw herself into anything that was deemed useful, which wasn't really much for her do to. So she'd lounge, waiting for someone to call her for help.

Eventually, someone did. Octavia must've seen the boredom on the woman's face, so she asked if Maggie could help with the meat along with her and Murphy. The boy gave her a tight smile, as though he wasn't used to it yet. So there she stood, in all her sweating and smoked glory. Magnolia Fields, helping hang up raw meat to be smoked. It was hot, so she took off the flannel that she had taken from one of the delinquents that fell prey to the disease (sorry, Daniel), tying it around her waist so that she was clad in a tank top and her camouflage pants. Her hair was tied into a messy bun, but a few rogue strands still made their way onto her sticky forehead, making it itchy. 

Another delinquent, Del, was bringing in wood to stop the fire. "Let's get this party smoking."

Octavia turned to look at how much wood he was putting on the fire. "You don't want the fire too big so maybe just try to knock it down with some wet leaves."

"You get that from your boyfriend, Grounder Pounder?" Del snipped back. Maggie's head whipped around, a glare on her face, fiercer that the fire the boy had just fed. Octavia laid a hand on the woman's arm, her own glare being directed at the boy.

"She's right," Murphy piped up. "A hot fire isn't gonna preserve meat as well."

"Well, if you can't take the heat, get out of the smokehouse," Del replied rudely. Maggie scoffed at how horrible he was being. "You should be kissing our asses for being allowed back in this camp." He turned back to the females, turning up his nose at them. "Just keep working."

"Oh, I'll show you 'keep working'. I'll show it to you with my foot up your ass," Maggie muttered, the boy not hearing her as he left the smokehouse. That didn't mean that Murphy and Octavia didn't hear her, the brunette girl giggling and the boy smiling as they continued to hang up the meat.