Maggie is sitting on the porch of the farmhouse. It’s been a very long day of helping daddy capture walkers and put them in the barn. It’s getting very full in there. Half of the families from neighboring farms must be shacked up in there by now. It’s been 96 days since all this started, and at this point it doesn’t look like there will be an end to it. ‘Not that daddy would listen to me’, she thinks. Maybe he would listen to Beth. Yes, that’s what she’ll do. As a matter of fact, she’ll get Beth right now. She stands up, smoothing out her jeans and straightening her blue flannel shirt. Her white tank top is stained with sweat from the days work, and her hair is plastered to her forehead. Just as she stands up, she sees someone running towards the property. Someone being chased by walkers. With no hesitation, she runs over to see what the fuss is about. The person hops the fence to the farm, and uses a hatchet to take out the 4 walkers that had been chasing them. By the time Maggie gets there, the walkers are all dead. “Hey, are you hurt?”