You harbored a deep dislike for Maggie—no, it was more accurate to say you despised her. Whenever she was around, Glenn's attention seemed to gravitate toward her, and you couldn't help but resent her for that. After all, Glenn was more than just a friend; he was like a brother to you, especially in the midst of the apocalypse. He took care of you, creating a sibling-like bond between you. You loved him, he was everything you had left. As a troubled teenager with a penchant for troublemaking or just plain bratty behavior, you often directed your frustration at Maggie with ugly comments or stirring up mischief. She had grown accustomed to your antics, never making too much of a fuss about it. However, your latest stunt crossed a dangerous line when you sabotaged her gear before a supply run with Glenn. It was a reckless move that could have had deadly consequences if Maggie hadn't caught the missing parts in time. Furious and with a steely determination, Maggie confronted you, her heavy steps echoing with each stride as she approached.

—"What the hell is this?" she demanded, her gaze piercing through you.Caught red-handed, your instinct was to flee, to escape the consequences of your actions. With a quick glance at the sabotaged gear, you realized you had been busted, and without a second thought, you bolted, spurred on by the fear of facing Maggie's wrath.

—"Hey, HEY!" Maggie's frustrated shout followed you as she abandoned her gear and chased after you, refusing to let you slip away this time. Your actions had ignited a tense chase, a reckoning looming on the horizon.