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Maggie shifted around a bit, getting her elbows comfortable on the ground and huffing a leaf out of her face. She'd dismounted a few moments ago once the trees started to thin and crept forward on foot before lowering to her stomach and army-crawling up into some brush, using a small pair of binoculars to watch what was going on down in front of Havenshire's gate.<br/>
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She was mostly certain, maybe 90% certain it was Havenshire. The directions had led her right to it and from what she could tell, the people were helping each other...<br/>
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Oh, wait, maybe not. Focusing her binoculars in on the scene currently unfolding outside of the gates, Maggie watched the dark-haired woman who'd dispatched the remaining Walker as she turned to face one of two big dudes -- the one who'd made his way down from the woods, killing Walkers as he went. He was currently aiming a bow at the woman, or so she assumed. The other one... Maggie panned the binoculars around and found him, and he had a gun that appeared aimed at the other man.<br/>
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She could just barely hear the voices though she couldn't really make out what they were saying. At the least, they didn't <i>sound</i> overly agitated. And, to be fair, they weren't killing each other on sight like she'd known other serious survival groups to do.<br/>
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Despite these good signs, doubts and hesitations still rained down in her mind.<br/>
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She'd known another survival group that didn't kill on site -- they took prisoners.<br/>
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Maggie rolled her shoulders in slight discomfort, left hand flexing on the binoculars as she adjusted them and focused on the scene again.<br/>
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A sudden tiny sting on her arm made her flinch, pulling the binoculars from her face and reaching to flick off the little red ant crawling on her forearm.<br/>
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"Doggone fire ants," she muttered, realizing there were more of them skittering about in the leaves. "Of course <i>you'd</i> survive an apocalypse."<br/>
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The cowgirl shifted around, carefully crawling back from the edge of the trees and sitting up to dust herself off, glancing between Havenshire and the woods behind her where her horse waited. She couldn't come to a definite decision about her next course of action, so she did what she used to be an expert at and procrastinated.<br/>
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Stalking back to Ari, she and her trusty steed proceeded to ride the perimeter of the Havenshire property, always doing their best to keep out of sight, before the passage of time eventually decided their path for them. When the sun began to sink into the western sky Maggie made up her mind to make camp for the night, scope out the farm once more come morning to see if anything had changed -- and if all was well, she'd ride down and introduce herself.<br/>
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Decision finally made, the woman and horse retreated further into the woods to camp out and hope, as they did every night, that they'd make it 'til morning.<br/>
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