Even if it was an apocalypse, he was still going to bring back some autumn themed stuff and candy back to Alexandria for the kids.

The crisp autumn air bit his face and nose as he walks silently down the a forgotten farm road. He knows there was still fruit orchard near by and he was gonna find apples— someone recently found cinnamon and they had bee hives at Alexandria. Orange and red leaves crunch under his feet as he walks down the path, sun breaking through the leaves.

Soon Glenn arrives at the orchard and hopes the fence spotting about as many rows of apple trees as one can see and about just as many different types of apples. The tall grass is dewy wetting the edge of his jeans and his shoes as he walks closer.