Finding the prison had been a fluke, a sheer stroke of luck that Maggie couldn't take credit for. She had watched for days, trying to gauge the group inside, but hunger and cold finally forced her hand and she had to ask for shelter. Luckily, this group seemed just fine. There was another set of people she had seen, criminals and dangerous men and women living in another part of the city. It was another stroke of luck that Maggie had been able to avoid them as long as she did.
Carol's appearance on the network (which was unthinkable to Maggie, that they had wifi here) was almost too good to be true. The group was settling in as an almost family when the hoard had overrun the farm, and Maggie was just getting to really know Carol. Still, it was a relief that there were two familiar faces here. It felt like a piece of home.
The rooftop provided a nice view of the area. Maggie had been up here once, when they were showing her around, and assigning her a job. She climbed the stairs two at a time, excited to see Daryl and Carol, these almost-strangers who were the closest thing she had to friends.
"Hi," she said, thinking how lame that sounded. But what do you say in these situations, anyway?