“Magnus?” Rick looked at him again, clearly still waiting for an explanation about how he had known they would eventually reach the farm.
Magnus Vane only shrugged.
“I found Sophia.” That single sentence wiped every other question from Rick’s face.
Rick’s breathing changed immediately.
Magnus couldn’t tell whether it was the light or not, but the older man’s eyes looked slightly red.
“Sophia,” Magnus called toward the camp behind him.
A few seconds later, Andrea appeared with the little girl walking beside her.
“Rick!”
Sophia’s face brightened the moment she saw him.
She had grown comfortable around Magnus’s group during the last day, but Rick was still one of the adults she associated with safety, and his appearance meant Carol couldn’t be far behind.
Rick steadied himself before walking over and crouching in front of her.
He gently took one of Sophia’s hands, almost as if he needed to feel her warmth for himself.
“You hurt anywhere?” Rick asked.
Sophia shook her head.
“No.
Magnus saved me in the woods.” Her voice was much steadier now than when Magnus had first found her cornered by a walker.
A full day of food, sleep, and safety had done a lot to bring the frightened child back to herself.
Rick lowered his head for a second before standing.
The guilt of losing Sophia had clearly stayed with him even though he hadn’t spoken much about it.
Magnus knew Rick well enough by now to recognize the weight he carried whenever somebody under his protection was hurt.
Saving Sophia had lifted at least one burden from his shoulders.
Rick rested one hand near the Colt Python at his waist and placed the other on Magnus’s shoulder.
“Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice rougher than usual.
“I’m going to bring Carol and the others over.
Thank you, Magnus.” He turned away before anyone could study his face too closely and headed back toward the others.
Sophia stepped beside Magnus and wrapped her small hand around two of his fingers.
She watched Rick’s back for several seconds before asking in a whisper, “Was Rick crying?” Magnus crouched so they were at eye level.
“No.
Sometimes people have so much they want to say that they can’t get the words out, so it comes out as tears instead.”
Sophia blinked thoughtfully.
“Then Mom must have a lot she can’t say.” Magnus’s expression softened at that.
Carol had spent years swallowing fear, anger, humiliation, and pain because of Ed, and Sophia had grown up watching far more of it than any child should have.
Even now, the girl was perceptive enough to notice what adults tried to hide.
Magnus glanced away and thought briefly about Ed.
Part of him almost regretted letting the walker attack at the quarry finish the man so quickly.
There would have been plenty of opportunities later to make Ed answer for everything he had done to Carol and Sophia, especially once the group reached somewhere more secure.
Then Magnus dismissed the thought.
Ed was dead.
Good.
Keeping him alive would only have meant more suffering for Carol and Sophia, and this group had no need for someone like him.
Magnus lowered his eyes toward Sophia’s hand in his and felt a trace of coldness enter his expression before he let it go.
The farm gradually began to fill with movement as people realized more survivors were arriving.
Daryl, Merle, Andrea, and Amy gathered near Magnus, while members of the Greene household appeared a short distance away.
Hershel had already regained his usual composure after the morning’s embarrassment and walked over looking far more like himself.
“What’s going on?” Hershel asked.
“People we used to stay with at the quarry camp,” Magnus explained.
“We split up when everyone chose different destinations, but apparently they ended up here anyway.” Since Hershel owned the property, Magnus saw no reason to hide who they were.
After a moment, he added, “Sophia’s mother is with them.”
Hershel looked at Magnus, then down at Sophia.
His expression softened, and he gave the little girl a gentle smile before turning toward the edge of the farm.
Neither man said much more as distant figures began appearing along the approach.
One of them suddenly broke away from the others.
At first, Carol walked quickly.
Then she recognized Sophia.
She started running.
By the time she reached the camp, Carol was nearly out of breath.
She dropped to her knees and pulled Sophia into her arms so hard the little girl almost disappeared against her chest.
“Mom,” Sophia said softly, and that was all it took for Carol to completely lose whatever control she had left.
Carol held her daughter tighter and refused to let go.
She pressed repeated kisses into Sophia’s forehead and hair, feeling the warmth of a living child beneath her hands instead of the cold body she had imagined finding in the woods.
Tears ran freely down her face, stronger and more desperate than anything she had shown even while burying Ed.
For those few moments, nobody interrupted them.
Eventually, Carol loosened her grip enough to look Sophia over.
“Don’t ever run off by yourself again, okay?” Her voice shook despite how gently she spoke.
“You stay where you’re told.
You wait for us.” Sophia nodded obediently.
“I will.”
Carol wiped at her face, then looked toward Magnus.
The gratitude in her eyes was impossible to miss.
She opened her mouth, clearly wanting to say something, but the rest of Rick’s group arrived before she could force the words out.
Carol quickly wiped the corners of her eyes and stepped aside with Sophia still firmly holding her hand.
She wasn’t yet the kind of person who could speak openly about something that emotional in front of a crowd.
Magnus looked over the arrivals one by one.
Rick.
Lori.
Carl.
Dale.
Shane.
Glenn.
T-Dog.
Jim.
Carol and Sophia stood together off to one side.
Magnus counted them again and immediately noticed who was missing.
“Looks like you lost somebody,” he said, keeping his tone deliberately neutral.
“Jacqui?”
Rick hesitated.
His eyes shifted away.
“She stayed at the CDC.”
Nothing more needed to be said.
Jacqui had chosen to remain behind with Dr.
Jenner when the CDC was destroyed, deciding for herself that she didn’t want to keep running through a world like this.
The silence that followed made it clear nobody in Rick’s group had fully processed that choice yet.
Magnus didn’t push for details.
Hershel stepped forward before the mood could sink any further.
“Why don’t all of you come inside or sit down at the camp first?” he offered.
“You look exhausted.
We’ve got food and water, and whatever else happened can wait until everyone has had a chance to breathe.”
There was genuine warmth in his voice.
These were Magnus’s former companions, which gave Hershel enough reason to trust them for the moment.
Magnus had told him something similar when first arriving at the farm—people planning to seize the property wouldn’t normally walk openly up the road with children and exhausted civilians in plain sight.
Hershel had accepted that logic once, and he was willing to extend it again.
Rick’s group looked like they had been dragged through the apocalypse itself.
Dust covered their faces, dried blood stained several sets of clothes, and the smell of sweat, smoke, and days on the road clung to them.
Nobody had gotten proper sleep, and the constant pressure from walkers had clearly worn them down.
The contrast with Magnus’s group was obvious.
Daryl, Merle, Andrea, and Amy still looked rough by old-world standards, but they were clean, rested, and properly fed.
Their clothes had been washed, their faces had color again, and none of them carried the hollow exhaustion visible in Rick’s people.
The last few days at Hershel’s farm had been the closest thing any of them had experienced to normal life since the outbreak began.
Rick noticed the difference.
He didn’t comment on it.
Instead, he walked beside Magnus as everyone headed toward camp.
Food and water quickly disappeared into tired hands.
Conversation remained slow at first, with everyone more interested in eating than talking.
Eventually, the subject of the CDC came up, and Rick explained what had happened there.
When he reached Jacqui’s decision to remain behind, Merle let out a low chuckle.
“So she stayed and let herself get blown up?” Merle shook his head.
“Back in Atlanta, she had enough nerve to flip me off.
Figured she’d be harder to kill than that.”
The reaction around the fire was immediate.
Rick frowned.
T-Dog’s expression hardened.
Andrea looked disgusted.
Even Daryl turned toward his brother with a look that said he had gone too far.
Magnus silently shook his head.
Merle Dixon seemed to possess a supernatural talent for finding exactly where the line was and stepping over it just to see what would happen.
If he kept provoking everyone around him for entertainment, eventually even the people willing to tolerate him would run out of patience.
Magnus caught Merle’s eye and gave him a warning look.
Merle saw it.
He glanced around at everyone else.
Then he raised both hands.
“All right, all right.”
He leaned back.
“I’ll shut up.”
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