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[crazywithasword]

Option 1: Action:

[It's a quiet night. One that lets them sit around the fire and just relax for a moment, not hearing anything in the distance. Well, relax as much as they ever can. Michonne sits with her sword over her lap, watching the flames jump and flicker before she turns, saying,] When I was young, we never went camping. My parents were busy, sure, working a lot, but ... it ... it didn't seem fun. All the dirt, all the bugs? [She has to laugh a little. It's funny, isn't it? Almost Karma.] Gotta love the dirt and the bugs. [Of course, that's when something rustles in the woods just beyond the light of the fire.]


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Option 2: Prose:

The road stretches out in front of them almost like a mirage. Michonne puts one foot in front of the other, over and over again. Each time, the end doesn't get any closer. Of course, the end won't get any closer. That's what wakes Michonne up in the middle of the night. "I used to think mirages were only in the desert. That's what they always showed in the movies ... the desert spreading out all wavy?" But the trees and the road seem to be doing the same thing. She takes a drink from her water bottle, draining it dry.

She rattles it. They're going to need more water soon and sky is bright, the air arid. Back in the day, she would have three or four bottles of lotion in the bathroom, different scents for different days. That doesn't just seem like a different life, after all. It was a different life. Now, she barely thinks about lotion at all, except at random times. Movies and lotion. She chuckles just a little, at herself.

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[notafraidtolive]

Maggie can tell Michonne is thirsty, they all are. But still, it's hard for her to see that woman show any hint of weakness. For the longest time, she had gotten used to Michonne being one of the strongest members of their group, someone to look up to when all hope seems gone. But if the heat and lack of water is taking its toll even on her. Maggie feels just as parched and dry as Michonne looks, but still, she offers her water bottle to her friend.

"Here, you can have some of mine. You need it."

[crazywithasword]

For that, Maggie gets a look that if it were words would translate into c'mon now. But after a moment's thought, Michonne takes the bottle and just one swallow - just one - even if the water feels so good on her throat that she could cry (and wouldn't that be a waste of water?). "Thanks," she says, handing it back.

[notafraidtolive]

She smiles just a bit at Michonne's look, knowing how she always has to play the tough girl, but glad that she accepts she has needs just like everyone else. At this point, no one is going to judge her if she takes a bit of extra water. They've all been there, to the limit of human endurance.

"You're welcome. And well, this is kinda like the desert, isn't it? We haven't had enough food or water in... No, not gonna go there. We need to keep hoping we'll find a good place to stop soon." And she doesn't mean stop and camp for the night. She hopes they will find another place like the prison, where they can stay safe, at least for more than a few hours.

[crazywithasword]

Oh, yes. Michonne can support that thought. They've all started to look a little crazy. A little bleak. She knows that. She's been there before and isn't keen to go back. She gives Maggie a sidelong look. "You all right?" she asks, voice pitched low to keep it just between them.

[notafraidtolive]

Definitely not only look, Maggie can't help but wonder what goes through everyone's minds. Or she would, if she her own mind wasn't occupied thinking about Beth's death. They had been so close to being together again, and seeing Daryl carrying her lifeless body in her arms had broken most of those few threads of hope she had regained.

That's why when Michonne asks if she's ok, she's just about to pretend and say yes. But instead, she shakes her head. "No..."

[crazywithasword]

The honesty is appreciated and alarming all at once. As they walk, Michonne looks over at Maggie, trying to gauge what she sees with what she hears. "Beth," she guesses. Because they had been so damned close.

[notafraidtolive]

She has kept her feelings inside her all this time. They had buried Beth, and Gabriel had conducted a short ceremony for her, like she knew her sister and father would have wanted. But that didn't change the fact that she was gone, like Hershel, like the rest of her family.

"Beth... And my Dad." Maggie knows she doesn't have to say much more, Michonne understands. She lost people too, like everyone in their group.

[crazywithasword]

There isn't a lot of time that goes by when Michonne doesn't think of Hershell. He'd been a good man, kind and funny. She looked over to Maggie, brows drawn. "It never goes away," she says of that feeling of loss. "But it fades some."

[notafraidtolive]

It makes her feel some happiness to know her father had been loved so much by most of her friends at the prison. Her Dad had that kind of effect on people. She sighs softly at Michonne's answer. "I guess I don't want it to go away, not completely. That would mean I forgot them."

[crazywithasword]

"That won't happen," Michonne tells Maggie. She knows that. "If that's what you're worried about, don't."

[notafraidtolive]

"Yeah, I don't think I will either." She sighs softly. "But, I'll be ok." She has to be, there's no other choice for them.

[crazywithasword]

None of them had a choice in that. It was either be okay or give up, and they were all fighters. Looking over at her, Michonne nods, then she squints at thr sky. "Rain, huh?"

[notafraidtolive]

Yes, they are all survivors. Beth and Hershel may be gone, but she still has a lot of people she cares about: Glenn, Rick, Daryl, Michonne and all the others... They had all been through so much together, she just can't give up and let them down.

Just as Michonne says the word rain, she feels a raindrop on her forehead. She looks up at the sky and sees how drops are starting to fall. "It seems. We need to find shelter!"

[crazywithasword]

"Speak for yourself," Michonne says with a sudden grin, her face tilted toward the sky. "I might just soak it up like a sponge." She even spreads her arms wide.

[notafraidtolive]

Maggie gives Michonne a smile. "Maybe we don't need it, but Judith does." It wouldn't do for Rick's small daughter to get sick on the road.

Oooops.

[crazywithasword]

That is true, and Michonne leaves that to Rick and Carl. "We should get out bottles," she realizes, going to do just that. To collect what water they can while they can.

[notafraidtolive]

Maggie nods and opens her bottle of water, before giving it to Michonne. "Could you take care of that for me? Just a bit. I'll go get Rick's bottles." And let him focus on finding shelter for his baby.

[crazywithasword]

"You got it," Michonne said, taking it and setting it between her feet to keep it upright, then reaching for her own.

[notafraidtolive]

She nods and smiles a bit. "Thanks Michonne. I'll be right back!"