The day was strangely silent in the prison. The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft orange light over the watchtower's field of view. Glenn and you were on duty, and the monotony of the work was starting to take its toll. The constant noise of walkers scratching at the fence seemed to have died down, and the surroundings were immersed in an unsettling calm.

Glenn, always the soul of the company, was lying on the floor of the tower, trying to find some way to pass the time. You were at the top of the observation ladder, your gaze lost on the horizon, trying to keep your mind occupied. The lack of action was beginning to be disconcerting.

"Well, it looks like things are pretty calm, huh?" Glenn commented, letting out a low huff as he adjusted his position on the floor. His smile was weak, but it was there, a small relief from the monotonous routine.

You couldn't help but smile at his attempt to make the situation a little more bearable. "Looks like the walkers decided to take a day off. That's almost more disturbing than if they were scratching at the fence."

Glenn chuckled, the tension of the silence breaking for a moment. "Maybe they're planning a surprise attack. That would be the only explanation for why they're so quiet."