Murphy looked up at Rick in confusion as Daryl handed the paper back, readying his bow. Rick gestured to a pile of several jugs and bottles of water that sat in the middle of the road. Murphy furrowed her brows in concern, resting her hand on the gun in its holster. 
                          
"What else are we gonna do?" Murphy heard Tara ask. 
                          
"Not this," Rick answered, pacing. "We don't know who left it."
                          
"If that's a trap, we already happen to be in it," Eugene voiced, his eyes locked on the provisions before him. "But I, for one, would like to think it is indeed from a friend."
                          
"What if it isn't?" Carol asked softy. "What if they put something in it?"
                          
"We gotta be careful," Murphy muttered, agreeing. 
                          
Suddenly, Eugene stepped forward and took a bottle in his hand.
                          
"Eugene," Rosita warned sternly.
                          
"What are you doing, dude?" Tara asked. 
                          
"Quality assurance," Eugene said, breathlessly. He raised the bottle to his lips, and just as Murphy was about to protest, Abraham stepped forward. He quickly hit the bottle out of Eugene's hands, the water splashing all over his face and on the ground. He backed away silently. Murphy rolled her eyes at their antics, remembering the weeks that she'd spent with the three. 
                          
As the group stood in silence, thinking about what to do next, a nearby rumbling sounded from the clouds. It was thunder. Murphy felt drops of water slowly begin to fall on her head and shoulders, her body immediately relaxing in the cool rain. She couldn't help the grin that spread across her face, turning to Michonne and Carol who stood beside her. They set their hands on each other's arms, grateful for the miracle. Tara and Rosita laid on their backs on the pavement, their mouths wide open to catch the drops. Glenn had a wide smile across on his face, but Maggie stood solemnly. 
                          
Murphy turned to find Daryl standing stoically away from the group. His eyes were trained on the ground before him, his hair plastered on his expressionless face. Just as Murphy was about to step toward him, Rick yelled, "Everybody get the bags, anything you can find!"
                          
As the others began to shuffle through their things, Murphy's eyes rose to the dark clouds approaching, "Guys."
                          
The thunder grew louder, the claps shaking the ground below their feet. Lightening streaked the skies above, and it became obvious that a severe storm was approaching. Murphy turned to Daryl, nodding. The barn that they had seen was the best place for refuge. 
                          
"Let's get moving," Rick yelled above the rain and thunder. 
                          
Daryl stepped closer to him, shouting, "There's a barn!"
                          
"Where?"
                          
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The group trudged through the deluge, their boots sticking in the thick mud and their hair plastering to their skin. The trees did what they could to protect them from the pelting rain, but they wrapped what clothes they had a little tighter to warm themselves. After a short walk, they arrived at the lonesome barn that Murphy and Daryl had spotted.
                          
As the booming thunder shook their surroundings, they unhinged the latch on the door and raised their weapons as they stealthily walked inside. Rick led a small group inside to scout the building, not knowing who or what could be lurking within the walls. Murphy's feet glided through the dust covering the ground as she kept her handgun trained before her. Each person shuffled to a different part of the barn, before they decided that it was clear. 
                          
Murphy nodded to Rick and he signaled for the rest to make their way inside. As everyone got situated, Murphy noticed Maggie standing to the side, looking around the spacious room solemnly. She carefully stepped forward, preparing to utter the first words she had since her sister's death. She slid her pack off of her shoulders and set it on the ground.