Something To Fear | Glenn Rhee

[스물셋] The First Day of the Rest of Your Life

"If you don't have hope, what's the point of living?"

~Beth Greene

Freedom.

He nearly laughed and threw his arms in the air as he tasted the word. So long, Alexandria! He was never going back! He was free! Free from its citizens, its leader, and most of all his past.

He had no weapon and no plan, but screw it all! He was barreling down the open road towards a new life. One that did not have Rick or any of the others in it.

In a world filled with the dead, Glenn had never felt so alive as he did at this moment. At least not for months.

He wanted to tilt his head back and take in the night sky, but he had to pay attention to the road in front of him. The last thing he wanted to do was crash into a walker or crash in general.

But his mind struggled to stay focused on the dark road ahead. What had happened in the time since his first night in the cell and the present were on rewind as he pushed further into the great unknown.

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He had refused to talk to any visitor since that night. His heart ached so bitterly that he couldn't bring himself to speak. Grief and disappointment had stolen his voice.

All the people who visited him came in and out like a revolving door. They began to blur together as did their words and questions. Only vague recollections remained. He didn't even know if they came the same day. Time had come to a halt... Or better yet it ceased to exist.

His first visitors were Abraham and Sasha.

He could remember the sorrow in their faces; he could hear the obvious guilt in their questions.

Glenn just turned his back towards them, unable to meet their inquisitive gaze. He stated at the wall, feeling tears drip down his cheeks. He had to hold back his sob from the pair.

"Glenn," Sasha pleaded, grabbing onto the bars. "Please look at us."

But Glenn stayed silent and in the same position.

"Look at us! Dammit!" Abraham boomed. But Glenn didn't budge.

He didn't know how long they stood there, but a new voice spoke to him.

"I'm going to make sure you get out of here."

Even for Michonne, one of the people he trusted most, he was silent.

"Glenn," She stated forcefully. "You don't belong here; this cell wasn't made for people like you. But I need to know you're still a part of us. I need to know you're still the Glenn I know."

Glenn cast a side glance at her, but went back to his original position.

It was nighttime when Tara came.

"I don't know what to say... But I don't want you to suffer like this. You gave me another chance at life... And you deserve one too."

Glenn nearly replied that time.

"We need you back. It isn't the same..." Tara sniffled.

One visitor he didn't expect to see was Morgan. He had come with Rick, who was often here to guard him.

"He shouldn't be in here, Rick," Morgan looked incredulously at the prisoner. "This makes me want to tear down the cell with my bare hands, knowing I was a part of this."