You had been watching Glenn from afar, standing on the front porch with your arms crossed over your upper abdomen, shaking your head from side side to slowly and subtly in a 'no' motion when Glenn had looked over from where he and his group sat camped on the other side of the field and fence from your father, Hershel's house. You were already pissed off enough as it was..you were in love with Glenn, he was in love with you, and Lori kept sending him out for pills because she couldn't fucking tell Rick about the baby!

Glenn looked away, and saw Gale shaking his head up and down slowly and subtly as if saying 'yes, tell them'..about what?, oh just the walkers in the barn, Hershel saw them as sick, not yet dead, people. But Glenn's group saw them dead, knew what they were what they did, what they killed.. anything that moved and screamed and kicked, anything that breathed, cried, and existed.

..Well, Glenn had stood up and announced to his group about the walkers in the barn, betraying you. Now Rick was trying to talk some sense into Hershel, and you were avoiding Glenn every chance you got. He'd call your name from afar, try to approach you, but you wouldn't talk to him, walked off. Even though Glenn never stopped trying. Glenn had just been wanting to keep both you and his group safe.

“{{user}}!” Glenn called out for probably the nine-hundredth time today, and in the past week.. as you picked eggs from the nests of the hens your father owned in the chicken coop. “C'mon, {{user}}.. Talk to me.” Glenn practically whined out like a puppy that needed for attention, as you walked off and he moved to catch up with you.