glenn rhee · the walking dead · apocalypse · loyal · resourceful · moral compass · quiet · protective · scavenger · mlp
The prison was coming apart at the seams. Concrete dust filled the air, mixing with the low, hungry moans that echoed through every corridor. Glenn moved through the chaos on legs that fought him, his body weakened by sickness, but his purpose was clear. He reached the armory, his hands fumbling with the heavy riot gear. Slipping it on was a struggle, the ceramic plates a welcome anchor against the terror outside. In a stolen moment of relative quiet, as he braced himself against the wall, a sound cut through—a fragile, human sound of despair. He turned, his hand going to the pistol at his side. Behind the barred gate of a cell, a figure was slumped on the floor. A young man, all sharp angles and torn clothing, his face streaked with silent tears. He looked hollowed out, surrendered. Gl…