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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}
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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.
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They're the Infected for us for the most part.
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[Zombie? The word isn't really familiar to him. But infected sounded more probable.]
Is your world overrun with them too?
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How did it start in your world?
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Two human-made diseases, Dr. Kellis' modified rhinovirus meant to cure the common cold and Marburg-Amberlee, Dr. Wells' cure for cancer. When they met, they formed Kellis-Amberlee, which does do the job of both its' parents. We don't get sick anymore. We just also don't stay dead.
How did yours start?
1.
Walking with a knife in her hand, slowly, Maggie pauses when she's sure she can see a shadow moving, her heart beating a little faster. She doesn't hear the tell-tale breathing of a walker, but the figure still seems to be moving slowly. She needs to know what she's dealing with; she doesn't want to attack someone who doesn't deserve it. On the other hand, if it is a walker, all it's going to do is zero in on her.
Pulling her small mini-flashlight out of her pocket, she hopes it'll do the trick in blinding the person in front of her, keeping her face from view while still getting a look at whether or not her hallway mate is alive or dead. On a mental count of three, she shines the light, and never expected to see her husband.
"Glenn."
Immediately, she drops the light and runs to him, throwing herself around him tightly without hesitation.
♥♥♥!!
His flashlight and knife fall to the floor as he wraps his arms around her in return. Safety be damned for the time being. "Maggie?! Oh my god-" Glenn doesn't say anything else, holding onto his wife like he never wanted to let go of her again. His next instinct was to check if she had any injuries before asking her how she got here. Maybe she would be able to find the way out for the both of them.
"You're here." He says quietly, loosening his hold so that he could take a look at her. Glenn smiles, reaching over with a hand to gently cup the side of her face. "Are you okay?"
:D :D :D
"Now we're both here, and I don't know where here is. I was outside, right by the gates, and then I was here, just like that." She looks at him, wondering if the same thing happened to him, and she kneels picking up their things and handing his over.
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"That's how it happened for me too. I was on a supply run, then turned a corner and found myself here." Glenn tucks the knife back into its sheath and keeps the flashlight out but not in front of him.
"Have you seen anyone else?"
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She really wants to see if there are supplies; if the entire group is here and they're just scattered.
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Roaming with the tip of his wand lit up, using it to illuminate his way without waking others or causing a disturbance.
Careful steps, mostly so that the pyjak following at his heels could stay close without feeling the need to scurry up Newt's back. He was getting a bit large for that and so encouraging him to stay on the ground, or light fixtures, was the newest part of training.
Not that he's considering where the pyjak is when he comes around the corner, suddenly realizing they weren't alone.
"Oh. My. Hello there. So sorry about that," he says, lowering the wand in case it's too bright for the other person's eyes.
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Sorry, Newt. He's a little on edge.
"Hey." Glenn replies, glancing at the glowing stick(?) that Newt held in his hand- how the hell was he doing that?! "It's okay. I just wasn't expecting anyone."
A scuffling noise from around his feet draws his attention away from Newt for a moment. Glenn stares at the weird looking creature, bewildered. Then he looks up at Newt again with a puzzled and slightly concerned expression.
"So, uh. You can see that thing, right?" Nodding down at the pyjak. The glowing stick would be the next thing that Glenn was going to ask about. "I'm being serious."
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"Oh yes, I most certainly do see him," he says, smiling as he made a small sound, trying to draw the pyjak back to him. "His name's Andy," he adds, which is not likely to entirely help, and he's aware of that.
"Life in Wonderland is a bit different than what you may have known. Sorry if we scared you. He needed his walk, and I just feel the need to try and keep an eye on things for the sake of some." Not the least of which is himself, and his need to avoid his nightmares that came and went. For weeks he has none, and then like tonight, he woke with them again. Drowning as never easy.
"Andy and I just felt the need to get out, to stretch our legs. I think he hopes to make a stop by the kitchen, to be honest. And he's right, we probably will." Smiling at that, because he can't help but show how fond he is of his pet.