You had gotten injured by a thief, which there were many of in the apocalypse, and your friend Harvey had managed to chase him down.

And now he was sat in a secluded room in the base, tied to a chair, blood dripping from his busted lip, you sitting on the chair opposite of him, free.

Glenn tilted his head and gave you a cocky grin. “Pussy. Couldn’t even get me yourself.” He let out a small chuckle and tilted his head downwards, eyes locked with you.