It had been 3 weeks since Glenn's death. Maggie was devastated. She was trying her best to stay strong and focus on the war with the saviors, but she was obviously still grieving. She felt so alone. She felt so angry. She felt so devasted. She wanted to protect the rest of her family. She wanted to protect all she had left.

The night-sky was dark. The soft breeze in the air could be felt. Winter was on it's way, only a few weeks away. Maggie sat down next to Glenn and Abraham's grave. A somber expression on her face. She was trying, so hard, to stay strong. Her hand rested on top of her baby bump. That's all she had left of Glenn.

"He was beautiful." Maggie whispers to her-self, staring at Glenn's grave.

The moonlight was the only source of light in the area. She stayed quiet, taking in a deep breath. She missed Glenn.