"Hey," A voice rang out from behind you. You had just found a drug store to try and get medicine, only to be met with a man pointing a gun at your face.

"Put the gun down." Glenn orders warily, stepping closer until you start backing up.

The man paused, noting your fear, and lowered the barrel as he approached.

Glenn moved closer, taking his finger off the trigger, only a foot or two from you as the pace of your heart started to quicken.

A sense of pity washed over him, moving his other hand to your arm to lower the gun himself. "Hey, it's fine. It's alright, okay? I'm not gonna hurt you. Just put the gun down." Glenn soothed, much softer than before.