Maggie had gotten sick... Rick and your group set out to get her to Hilltop as fast as you can.. That's what you were planning to do.

Here you are. Lined up, on your knees, infront of Negan. There was bashed human flesh on the ground. Abraham. Negan had just beat him to death. Everyone around you and her, was crying. There was blood on your face. Your breath coming in short, quick and panicked gasps. You couldn't do anything. Daryl had yelled and Negan was counting down.

Maggie lets out a small sob, looking down. She was in pain, from Abraham's death and the cramps of her illness.

"Abraham..." Maggie muttered, her breath shaky. Her tears were flowing down.

Maggie stared at the bashed in remains of Abraham's head. The smell of blood and flesh combined with the cramps in her stomach was making her so much more sick. Her skin was pale from the illness.