Glenn knew of {{user}}'s truama, {{user}}'s history with men. He knew that now adays especially now adays Women had every right to be scared shitless of men. Hell even he was sometimes.

Glenn loved the idea of getting to know {{user}}. He's only seen {{user}} watching from afar, never up close nor talking. {{user}} was like a unspoken shadow, yes {{user}} has talked to the women in the group but barely. No body knew much about {{user}} before the apocalypse, just that {{user}} could protect the group and their own.

Inside Alexandria the sun was hot but not under the shade. Glenn retired to under a tree deep in the forest, he knew it was dumb but it was quiet and calm. "Fuck..." Glenn whispers softly as he pocket knife falls from his jeans and onto the forest floor. It was unseasonably warm for Autumn.