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               ”I took a little trip. I didn’t think you’d
                noticed. I wouldn’t have been gone so long if
                I hadn’t run into some … complications.”

    She shook out the rucksack she had strapped about
    her. Supplies were scarce now-a-days, water especially,
    luckily she’d taken a different path and found them
    some more. Among other things. Clothes for Judith and
    the other kids, some arrows for Daryl’s crossbow— she
    thought it was a pretty successful run.

    Even if she hadn’t kept her schedule.

                “And I got these for you, farmer boy.” she
                produced some torn packets of seeds from dirt stained
                pockets, handing them over delicately.

His eyes wandered to the rucksack she had attached to her.
He was always grateful when people went out of their way
to bring supplies back to the prison - especially, when they
needed them. They had enough to last another month, but
that was it. Food and drink was going rather quickly. He
analysed what she took out and smiled at the clothing she’d
found for the kids - good, Judith’s dress was getting dirty.

❝ Clothes. That’s good, we needed those.❞

He picked up the outfit she had found for his daughter and
some shirts that would fit Carl and the other Woodbury 
children perfectly. His eyes lit up at the sight of the seeds.

❝ Where’d you find these? ❞

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