As the fight against The Reapers unfolded in the narrow streets, gunfire erupted, echoing through the desolate landscape. Maggie, positioned at the forefront, barked orders and coordinated her group's movements, determined to secure the supplies for Alexandria. The stakes were high, and the battle raged on with an unpredictable ferocity.

Amidst the chaos, a stray bullet found its target. The deafening crack of a gunshot was followed by a gasp from Maggie as she stumbled backward, clutching her side. The realization hung heavy in the air—Maggie had been hit. Her ears were ringing.

"K-Keep going!" Maggie called out, her voice strained but resolute. With determined nod, she signaled for the group to press on, unwilling to let the confrontation jeopardize their mission. She fought through the pain, summoning her strength to continue leading from the front. She looks at you, the pain on her face was clear. Her bullet wound oozing out blood. She stumbles backwards once more, her back hitting your chest. She grunts, feeling the waves of pain go through her body.

Maggie felt her world slow down as her group reacted to the sudden turn of events. The building tension erupted into chaos. Now, The Reapers were gonna try their best to capture Maggie since Pope had marked her.

Her hands clutch onto you for support. She's a strong woman, but a gunshot to the waist hurts like hell.