She was going to have to tell her. Maggie knew that, knew it like she knew the sun would rise, but that didn't mean she liked it. How did you tell someone that they had been dead and buried for weeks? That they had been mourned by loved ones who were now just trying to continue with their lives?

It wasn't a conversation she was looking forward to having.

"I have no idea," she admitted without hesitation, hooking the backpack over both her shoulders so she could keep her hands free while she moved to follow her sister. "I woke up in this... thing, feeling like I'd just been in a car crash, and I don't remember how I got there." Shaking her head, she frowned and scanned the trees around them. "I haven't seen any of the others here yet, but Daryl's alright, don't worry."

She had to tell her before they found Daryl. She just didn't know where to start.