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She knew she should do something. She'd come all that way and was on Havenshire's front porch -- was she really going to let a Walker child kill her?<br/>
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Still, she couldn't seem to get herself to move. She was so tired of killing things.<br/>
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Areion was too busy stomping the downed Walker to smithereens to notice the newcomer's approach, so Kepler was safe for the time being. Maggie didn't even realize he was there until he was right on top of her, knife in hand as he slipped past her to dispatch the Walker himself.<br/>
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The woman flinched, snapping out of her own head and taking a slight step back as she watched the man lower the now lifeless body of the little Walker to the ground. It was a girl, maybe six, seven years old. Had been, anyway.<br/>
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Maggie just stared for a moment, sword held loosely in her hands, the tip of the blade resting on the ground as the stranger crouched down. She felt a bit sick herself, but compared to some of the other things she'd seen, the death in front of her was quite clean.<br/>
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As opposed to the job being done by Areion, who experienced no nausea at all when stomping the ever-loving crap out of something. By this time the gelding had taken a step back, staring down at the sludgy remains of his foe to make sure all movement had stopped; at this time he also realized someone new had joined the scene, and his dark ears swiveled forward as he zeroed in on the stranger, keen and waiting to see whether he posed a threat or not.<br/>
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Lifting his head and speaking seemed to be threat enough, and with an aggressive snort Ari started towards him. Maggie realized this and, before she could answer the man, twisted around and threw her arms out to block the horse's charge.<br/>
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"Whoa, whoa," she exclaimed lightly, clicking her tongue in a soothing manner, meant to catch Ari's attention and calm him down. "Whoa, bud, it's okay, we're okay -- you got the bad guy, you did good, yeah?"<br/>
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The gelding tossed his head, charge successfully halted, though he still seemed a little agitated; Maggie switched her sword to the scarred palm of her left hand, grabbing her horse's reins with the other and saying gently, "Good boy, you're doing good. Thanks for lookin' out for me."<br/>
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Ari stomped one foot in acceptance, his front legs grimy with Walker gore and making it look as if he'd been running through a muddy swamp. With a heavy huff he leaned over, nuzzling at her head and knocking her hat right off in his attempt to make sure she was alright.<br/>
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Maggie grinned slightly, her hat now resting on her back and caught by the string around her neck that attached to it; she still wore her bandanna from the day before, but it was also down around her neck now rather than hiding her face. Several strands of her hair had come loose and were hanging in her face, a smear of dirt on her cheek from when she'd taken a topple from the saddle, but otherwise she was still in one piece.<br/>
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Ari now under control, Maggie looked back at the man and nodded curtly. "I'm fine," she assured, voice somewhat stiff. It was almost amusing how genuine and soft she'd been when speaking to her horse a second ago, compared to the brisk tone she was using now. "There's more of them out there -- two at least, but I'm pretty sure there's more. They were trickling in all night."<br/>
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The woman paused, really looking at him before a little expression of recognition dawned on her face. She'd seen him yesterday through her binoculars, hadn't she? ...He was handsome close up.<br/>
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Maggie blinked, glancing back at Havenshire as Areion's ears perked up, swiveling in the direction of the woods they'd come from. Already the other two Walkers in the small herd were stumbling out of the tree line after them.<br/>
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"I-- I heard a radio broadcast," she started, looking back at the man as some of the stiffness in her voice cracked, weariness and hope and desperation spilling through. She motioned vaguely with her sword as she spoke, hands shaking. "This is Havenshire, isn't it? Can I--"<br/>
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The loud, gurgling growl of a Walker made Ari snort and jerk a little at the reins, though Maggie kept a firm grip, glancing swiftly off at the trees before her attention went back to the man in front of her.<br/>
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"Can we come in?" Her voice faltered again. "Please?"<br/>
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