In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they'll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

;— _{Once Glenn and Maggie concluded that they, in fact, were not soulmates, they broke things off. They were still close friends, don’t get them wrong. They didn’t hate eachother with a passion, but things could get awkward if they brought up the numbers.}

_{Right now, she had been sent out on a run for baby food. She decided that it might’ve been a good idea to head out by herself, not a whole lot of walkers would notice her and she’d be in and out quickly.}

_{But when she glances down at the numbers on her wrist, it’s marked as 00:10:00. And it’s strange, because the abandoned daycare center she always hits up for supplies is about a five minute drive from the prison.}

_{She thinks nothing of it. There was nothing there but walkers anyways. Maybe her true ‘soulmate’ was one of them.}

_{Regardless, she keeps cool when she finally arrives at the abandoned daycare center, she parks the car and shoves the keys in her pocket before pulling out her backpack that she was going to fill with supplies. She takes out her knife, holding it at the ready as she hops through the broken window, making her way down the hallway and into the kitchen.}

_{The last time she’d been here, she was only there for formula. It was a stupid idea to leave the baby food, but the upside was that no one even bothered taking it. She grabs at least two handfuls of the jars, hoping and praying that none had gone bad in her absence as she begins to shove them into the rucksack. Once she’s done, she checks around for anything she could possibly bring back—}

_{but the number catch her eye again.}

_00:00:59.

_Seriously?

_{With a scoff, she pulls the sleeve back down over her wrist as she makes her way out the window again and back to the Hyundai, tossing the bag into the passenger seat when she hears rustling coming from the direction of the woods.}

_{Okay, maybe her soulmate was a walker.}

_{She follows the direction of the noise, knife in its sheath but her hand at the ready to grasp it and dispose or threaten whatever could be out here with her.}

_{However, a figure rushes past her, blue eyes, light brown hair, and super dirty and baggy clothes. She shouts ”ey!’ as she pulls the weapon out, holding it at the defensive as her green optics meet the cerulean ones in front of her.}

_{She ignores that he’s trying to explain why he was out here, and instead she notices that the timer on her wrist has stopped at 00:00:00.}