[ season 2 ]
✰ in which every corner of the world becomes the world's most loneliest corner, but the girl tucked away on her family's farm would bet all the money in her pockets that hers is the loneliest.
and the guy who meets her up there, bringi...
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CHAPTER FIVE ➶ DARYL DIXON
"MY DAD thinks he can heal them," maggie whispers, voice bobbing with every uneven step she takes over the rocks, following indiana. "he thinks they're just sick people. and i—"
"all those walkers so close to your house, to mine, is dangerous! what if they got out?" indiana spins around, causing us all to come to a quick halt. "you know those things aren't people anymore."
"i know." maggie grounds out the words to her friend, to the girl i almost just had in the palm of my hand a few minutes ago, close enough to taste, until the walkers started shoving at the barn doors. "i know that, but that's what he thinks. and they're locked away, they're contained."
"yeah, for how long?" i ask. maggie's eyes dart to mine.
"the barn is secure." she says, glaring, her breath coming in fast like she never fully caught it after the moment she saw me and her oldest friend stumbling away from the riotous barn.
"what were you even doin' all the way down there?" glenn asks me and indiana.
"why don't you mind your own fuckin' business?"
"hey!" maggie shushes me. "keep your voice down."
i clench my teeth together, hard enough my jaw hurts. peering past maggie to the shadows behind her, indiana's staring off into the dark toward the barn, shaking her head at what she now knows is in there.
"we should at least tell our group." glenn's voice softens, but maggie immediately tells him no.
"maggie—"
"no." she repeats herself. "please. just trust me on this."
"indiana's right, it's dangerous."
"you have to keep this to yourself." maggie looks at me, then her best friend, then back to glenn. "all of you."
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INDIANA WALSH
we never made it off the greene's farm last night. never hopped in the trucks and drove down to the lake like we originally planned.
daryl and i split off from maggie and glenn, our hurried steps back to my house accompanied by his many questions about maggie's family, cursing every other word. he walked me to my door and then turned on his heels to head to where he sleeps. atop that far away hill near the woods without a fire.
the sun is now overhead the farm again, risen from the slope of the horizon as it does without tire every morning.
in maggie's bedroom, she tells me about why her father keeps walkers in their barn. about the ones they lost who are in there, kept away until there's a cure or hershel can find a way to help them himself.
