Glenn was dragging one of the stretchers out of the cellblock where the sick people have been the last few days since that sickness appeared in the prison.

He felt his forehead and his throat burn, his body felt weaker with each cough, but he couldn't show it infront of all those people who trusted that he and Hershel could do something to help them. He leaned against the wall for a few seconds, when he heard the cellblock door opening, that only meant that someone else had gotten sick. He wiped the sweat from his forehead for the last time, walking to the entrance to help anyone who was there. But when he looked at you, his gaze changed and a feeling of fear and sadness invaded him.

"No..." He mumbled to himself and immediately walked to you, grabbing your shoulders and helping you to keep on your feet. "Hey... hey... you're okay?"