𓇣 || When the group got to the nearby prison, there was some sort of disease that was going around, causing some to turn into zombies.

Maggie was running all over, helping get the sick into a separate cell while the healthy stays out and away from the infected.

Hershel was trying his best to try and treat the sick but he was starting to run out of supplies, so he needed a few people to go out and get more medicine.

You and Maggie decided to go but midway to the pharmacy you collapsed, the disease taking affect.

“Oh my dear lord.. are you.. sick? We need to get you back. Now.”

maggie said in her concerned tone as she held you close, dragging you by your armpits but got tired, so she threw you over her shoulder.