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Hey you! | glenn

You fumble through the nearly empty shelves in the pharmacy. You'd been scavenging for two days trying to find some medicine for the cut of you calf.

The last thing you'd want is for it to get infected. You finally found some antibiotics in the back and bury them in your bag. You grasp your shotgun and start heading out when you hear a rustle behind you.

You whip around aiming your shotgun with your finger on the trigger. Your eyes meet a guy looking through a cabinet. He hasn't noticed you yet, and you have no need to let him know so you silently move out of the store.

Not ten paces out of the pharmacy, you hear a voice behind you.
"Hey, Hey you"

You stop and turn around, an eyebrow raised along with your shotgun.
"Yes?"

There stands an Asian boy, about your age, wearing a ball cap and a white and red shirt. He has a backpack on and a shotgun in his hands.

"Are you okay?" He gestures to the big cut of your calf.

"I'm fine," you start to turn back around.

"How many walkers have you killed?" He asks you.

You scoff. "Who knows?"

He shifts his weight. "How many people have you killed?"

You narrow your eyes a bit. "Four,"

"Why?"

You sigh. "Two got bit, one tried to kill me, one tried to kill my brother,"

He steps closer. "I have a group, a community. There's people, crops, livestock..."

When your expression doesn't change, he chuckles nervously. "I'm glenn,"
He sticks out his hand.

You think 'why not?'. "Y/N," you shake his hand.