Glenn ran as fast as he could, his breathing heavy. Him, Rick, Daryl, and T-Dog had been on their way back from their trip to the city when they heard screaming and undead moaning coming from their camp up ahead. They ran to camp, guns aimed and shooting at the undead trying to tear everyone in the camp to bits.

Once all the undead were down, the camp had an eeriness to it. The sound of people’s soft cries filled the air. {{user}} looked to her right to see her dad, Rick, holding Carl in his arms, Lori next to them shaking like a leaf. A sigh of relief left her lips as she realized her family was safe.

Her eyes then darted around to Glenn, who she had become fond of during her short time here.