The Looking Glass - Glenn Rhee

18 - Ocean Eyes

This is a chapter but here's an A|N first so please read it because it's important.

Lucile has expressed her devotion and love for God and that's pretty evident. You guys gave great support for it and I'm so thankful you guys didn't get upset. At this time in the story Lucy is going through a lot and with her feelings, her mind is a little twisted rn. I do not mean to offend anyone while writing her in this state but it's going to get rough.

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Maybe one day the world didn't just change. It's always been like this and maybe we're working for the "new world". I don't think people change. They just finally discover who they are and it's easier to be nasty. So I think, even with my "views" and "morals", I've always would have wanted Glenn. I feel it burning. My skin feels electric. Maybe loving isn't so bad. But I can tell you it's the scariest things I've ever had to overcome.

"Who are you?" I questioned. I scanned over the mass of people behind mine.

"We are The Rot." The twenty-plus people replied in unison.

It's easy to pretend and still get what you want but what really takes a toll is when you have to ccondition. Condition yourself to think otherwise. I was done doing that. I want him so he will be mine.

"Where did you come from? How did you get in?" I asked. Silence grew. The Rot stood still behind my men and stared to me. I looked to Rick on his knees and he flicked his eyes up quickly to the balcony. I didn't dare take my eyes off of the enemy. In seconds, down flew Jesus' bat and an arrow beside it knocking two from their feet.

Rick and Michonne rolled from their spot and instantly took out two more. I ran to the front and grabbed the first thing it thought to he useful. A bible? I shrugged and threw it as hard as I could hitting one straight in the face. The thing staggered back holding it's nose. I couple screams erupted from the sides of the room. They began cutting throats in the same motion as reaching for the next victim.

Daryl ran past and pinned one into another. I found myself looking for Glenn. He was struggling with a Rot who had pinned him down against the floor. I quickly ran over and threw myself at him. I grabbed it's shirt as I fell to the side and flung it into a bench. As weird as it's feels, I still can fight. I mean, being caught up in Alexandria I almost feel... weaker? I just know if it were for Glenn, I'd be able to do just about anything.

I jolted at the hands grabbing for my shirt and I was now being pulled onto the stage. I screamed at my hair being roughly pulled as I was dragged away. "Let go of me, damn it!" I clawed at the arms of the one holding onto to me with an iron grip. I was promptly put to my knees and a shaking knife to my throat. I watched as my people and theirs fought. Knives and swords clanking together in a fast blur. A scene so dramatic I began laughing. "You'll all burn." I muttered a laugh. As my throat vibrated against their knife I felt them yank on my hair again to silence me.

Suddenly a thick downpour of red covered my vision and soaked my clothes. The grip they had on me loosened and I could hear them thudding against the floor. I frantically wiped at my eyes to only see a foggy woman with her throat slit. All this came from her? I couldn't help to think. I couldn't move but began to shake. I've seen blood. I've seen the worst and yet, seeing this woman had my mind numb. I was covered in her and she wasn't alive anymore. I slowly looked to the group who slowly won the battle. My friends spotted in blood.

"Lucy. It's Paul. Hey." It's like I couldn't even register him kneeling in front of me. His hands on my dirty face, begging me to answer. "It's Paul." He said over and over. My ears burned with the sobs of them. My friends. The ones we lost to this misjudgment. A heartfilled groan escaping the mouth of him.

Him.

Glenn. Oh my god. It was Glenn. Covered in his own blood and a lover under him. Maggie, with many others of my group to Rick's, laid silent while my ears burned again as they got louder. I began panicking and scratching at my ears for it all to stop. I was scooped up and I instantly curled into a ball in the arms of a man I wasn't sure of at the time. My people. I can't even protect my people so how do I expect myself to be a leader?

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I love you all and I'm sorry it's taken so long to update this and any of my stories but I'm back now and officially off hiatus! I have written the entire story already and everything is completely planned I hope you guys love it as much as I am proud of it.

-Becca