Glenn arrived a little after midnight in the mansion. One moment he was on a supply run in an abandoned superstore, the next he was in a dark, unfamiliar hallway. He reaches for his flashlight first, switching it on. Then Glenn pulls out his knife from the sheath strapped to his thigh, keeping it poised and ready as he moves silently down the hall. He listens carefully for any signs of walkers, or people. Maybe he wasn't the only one from the group here.
Until he got a better idea of where the hell he was, Glenn refrains from calling out. God knows who or what was lurking around the corner. His gun was in a holster on his other leg, close to hand. Glenn would only use the firearm as a last resort, knowing that a shot would only attract attention - likely from walkers. While he was pretty adept at killing them, the hallway wasn't the best place to get stuck in.
He turns a corner which leads to another dark hallway, much like the first one except for a dim light at the end of it. A sign of life, maybe? Glenn slowly makes his way towards the light and remains on high alert, fully aware that danger could come out of nowhere and without warning.
(ii) {Network}
text
Hi.
[Good job, Glenn. Start simple.]
I honestly can't remember the last time I used a cellphone. Or whatever this thing is.
Anyway. Hi. I'm Glenn. I've been here a few days now and it's... uh...an experience.
Does the word "walker" mean anything to anyone here?
[He's reaching out, hoping that someone from home was in this weird mansion. Glenn is reluctant to disclose his location because he doesn't know whom to trust.]
(iii) {Kitchen}
Glenn was so used to rationing food that he couldn't remember the last time he had a proper meal. The farm, maybe. Things had been okay there for the most part. Alexandria was another possibility, but supplies were dwindling. Which is why they made the deal with Hilltop. Maggie had brokered the deal (god, how he missed her) and they had got enough supplies to last a short while.
Anyone who comes into the kitchen will see Glenn at the table, tucking into a cheeseburger. There are some fries on the side and a chocolate milkshake. Very unhealthy, but also delicious. He decided to wait a few weeks before indulging himself in something so decadent. Glenn knew that his stomach wouldn't have been able to cope with this much salt and additives; he didn't want to risk being sick.
Every now and again Glenn would take a sip from his milkshake, dip a few fries into ketchup and then resume eating the rest of the burger. He's a little distracted right now so someone would need to be loud enough to grab his attention.
(iv) Wildcard: hit me with your best shot. Fiiireee awayyyy.
Glenn Rhee | The Walking Dead
Glenn arrived a little after midnight in the mansion. One moment he was on a supply run in an abandoned superstore, the next he was in a dark, unfamiliar hallway. He reaches for his flashlight first, switching it on. Then Glenn pulls out his knife from the sheath strapped to his thigh, keeping it poised and ready as he moves silently down the hall. He listens carefully for any signs of walkers, or people. Maybe he wasn't the only one from the group here.
Until he got a better idea of where the hell he was, Glenn refrains from calling out. God knows who or what was lurking around the corner. His gun was in a holster on his other leg, close to hand. Glenn would only use the firearm as a last resort, knowing that a shot would only attract attention - likely from walkers. While he was pretty adept at killing them, the hallway wasn't the best place to get stuck in.
He turns a corner which leads to another dark hallway, much like the first one except for a dim light at the end of it. A sign of life, maybe? Glenn slowly makes his way towards the light and remains on high alert, fully aware that danger could come out of nowhere and without warning.
(ii) {Network}
text
Hi.
[Good job, Glenn. Start simple.]
I honestly can't remember the last time I used a cellphone. Or whatever this thing is.
Anyway. Hi. I'm Glenn. I've been here a few days now and it's... uh...an experience.
Does the word "walker" mean anything to anyone here?
[He's reaching out, hoping that someone from home was in this weird mansion. Glenn is reluctant to disclose his location because he doesn't know whom to trust.]
(iii) {Kitchen}
Glenn was so used to rationing food that he couldn't remember the last time he had a proper meal. The farm, maybe. Things had been okay there for the most part. Alexandria was another possibility, but supplies were dwindling. Which is why they made the deal with Hilltop. Maggie had brokered the deal (god, how he missed her) and they had got enough supplies to last a short while.
Anyone who comes into the kitchen will see Glenn at the table, tucking into a cheeseburger. There are some fries on the side and a chocolate milkshake. Very unhealthy, but also delicious. He decided to wait a few weeks before indulging himself in something so decadent. Glenn knew that his stomach wouldn't have been able to cope with this much salt and additives; he didn't want to risk being sick.
Every now and again Glenn would take a sip from his milkshake, dip a few fries into ketchup and then resume eating the rest of the burger. He's a little distracted right now so someone would need to be loud enough to grab his attention.
(iv) Wildcard: hit me with your best shot. Fiiireee awayyyy.