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@anothermvnster.
“Maggie?” His head ached. He slept the whole way here, on a boat... He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been on a boat, before that. He’s still confused. He walks fast, wondering if she’s there-- and if she is, can he find her like he promised? If she wasn’t there, he needed to get the hell off the island-- was it an island? It seemed like nothing but a basic town. He decided to call out to whoever may answer, to his family. “Rick? Daryl?” He runs his hand through his hair, looking around.
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