Glenn’s heart pounded in his chest as he ran through the dense forest, branches scraping against his skin, the sounds of footsteps and screams fading behind him. The world around him felt like a blur, his only focus on finding her. The chaos from the fall of the prison still echoed in his mind—he had lost so many, but her... He couldn’t lose her.

His breath was ragged, his legs burning with the effort, but he kept going. He had to. His fingers twitched, aching from the tight grip on his weapon, but it wasn’t the weapon that mattered anymore. It was her.

And then, through the trees, he saw her.

She was standing there, just a few feet away, her face covered in dirt and blood, eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at him. For a moment, neither of them moved. It was as if time itself had stopped, the world fading into the background, leaving only the two of them.

“Glenn?” Her voice was a fragile whisper, a mix of hope and fear, as if she wasn’t sure if she was dreaming. Her eyes darted around him, searching for signs of danger, before finally resting back on him.

He couldn’t contain himself anymore. He moved toward her, stumbling over the uneven ground. She met him halfway, her arms reaching for him. He didn’t hesitate. He pulled her close, holding her tightly against him as if he were afraid, she might disappear again.

“I thought… I thought I lost you,” Glenn breathed, his voice hoarse, his hands trembling as he cupped her face, brushing away the dirt from her cheeks, not caring about the mess. She was alive. She was real.

“I’m here, Glenn,” she whispered, her arms wrapping around his waist. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Glenn closed his eyes, the relief flooding through him like a wave. He pressed his forehead against hers, inhaling the familiar scent of her.

He pulled away just slightly, his fingers resting against her cheek as he searched her face for any sign of injury. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” His words came out in a rush, frantic with the fear of what might have happened to her.