It was instinct to follow her sister, even if it couldn't really be her, and Maggie kept a firm hold of that hand as she struggled not to fall into the layers of mud that refused to give any traction. Not Beth was right, they had to move, those walkers wouldn't care if she'd gone nutty, they'd still have her for dinner in a heartbeat.

And what if Beth was real? What if somehow this was really her sister? Maggie clung to that silly, baseless hope and pushed herself to run a little faster, sparing only a second to marvel at how the youngest Greene girl was taking charge of the situation. Daddy would have been so proud of her for it. If she was real, Maggie would be proud too, and she would protect her with everything she had.

"We lose them, then we look for Glenn and the others," she said between gasps of air, risking a glance back to see if there were other walkers coming. All she had to do was take this one step at a time and they would make it out of there alive. Both of them. If this was really Beth. And oh how she hoped it was...