under the willow tree - glenn rhee

part 3

marcella found a car that seemed like it might have some useful stuff in it. she began to search it carefully.

the young women smiled slightly to herself as she found a black backpack, she emptied it of all of the useless things before continuing to scavenge.

marcella found a flashlight, hammer, bottle of water and then a long, well-sharpened machete.

"woah! that looks sharp." carol seemed a little unsure as marcella pulled the large blade out.

"yeah, i like it though."

"it's cool." carl approached, smiling brightly.

"maybe one day you will get one." marcella smiled back at the small boy.

"no way." lori laughed slightly, putting an arm around her son.

after a few minutes longer of looking, carol pulled out a red top.

"ed never let me wear nice things like this." she explained.

"it would suit you, you should take it." marcella assured her.

carol offered her a warm smile and marcella returned it before walking off, having found a hoodie that she thought might fit glenn.

"hey!" glenn waved the pale woman over and she began to jog, shielding her eyes from the sun as she did so.

"i found this, thought you might want it." marcella offered as she reached the korean boy.

"so you think about me." he came across flirtatious and overly confident as he took the hoodie, although he didn't mean to act the latter.

"alright romeo, i offered you a hoodie not my hand in marriage." marcella laughed, pushing her best friend's chest slightly as she spoke and he laughed too.

"alright alright. now can you help me with this car?" glenn asked, trying to move on from his failed attempt to flirt and marcella willingly nodded.

as the two worked on the front of a car, shane spoke up. "glenn were we short on water?" he grinned, having just opened a truck full of water.

"it's like being baptised man!" shane and glenn laughed as shane pored some water over himself as there was plenty to spare.

glenn went over and pored some of the water on himself too, making his hair wet through. after he did so he looked to marcella with a grin and the two made eye contact. marcella had been admiring him, thinking about how he looked even more attractive with wet hair.