Glenn sighed, "We leaving yet Maggie?" he asked from where he was standing outside the stable. Scuffing the toe of his boot into the dirt. He could hear the pattern the hooves from the horses were making on the dirt covered ground.
"Yeah all set, you got your weapon?" Maggie asked him. It'd been a day since their run in with a walker at the pharmacy. What a close call that was, if Maggie were to went alone she probably wouldn't of seen her family again. Since then Maggie's been more cautious, the walker attack making her more aware of how dangerous they really were.
"Yah, got it" he assured, placing his hand on his belt where a small machete was hidden. It wasn't much, but would do a lot more damage then that store shelf did.
Maggie handed Glenn a pair of reins to lead one horse, while she the other. They walked through the long grass field, by the far side of the farm house towards the road that led into the small town.
"Where we headed this time?" Glenn asked. They've already hit the pharmacy and took what they needed, well more like what was left. Maggie stopped short of the edge of the road, to saddle her horse, Glenn following her lead. "Just the stores, see what we can find. Daddy needs a few tools, so we'll try the small flea market" she said in her sweet southern tone.
Glenn rode his horse in silence, his mind drifting to the barn of walkers. Which he found, yesterday. An still hadn't told anyone about. But yet Maggie carried on like this wasn't a threat, as if the barn were never there.
He exhaled before speaking, "What about the barn?" Glenn asked hesitantly. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Maggie's face flash to irritation. "That ain't your concern" she said, a snipe tone to her voice. Glenn didn't answer, just looked on straight ahead.
He cared for Maggie, sure he wasn't good with expressing it through words, but he tried. With her delusional father putting not only him an his group but her in danger too, he wasn't sure what to do. He tried explaining, many times that the barn was dangerous. All she would do was shove his concern away. She only believed her father's words, which frustrated him to no end.
But since she almost got bit, he noticed how jumpy she was lately. That sparked a bit of hope inside Glenn.
What to tell Rick or Shane about the barn though?
Keeping secrets wasn't something Glenn was good at, he was a open book. Before the outbreak secrets always got the best of Glenn. Rick was a very calm man, Glenn knew he'd handle the situation as civil as possible. But Shane, there no telling what he'd do. His unhinged demeanor making him, quite antsy. Ever since Rick showed up in camp back in Atlanta, Shane's been on edge.
It makes everyone at camp uneasy. Including Hershel and his family, ever since Shane's news of Otis.
"My daddy still hasn't changed his mind," Maggie interrupted his thoughts. Glenn looked over at her, his face twisted in confusion. "he still wants you off our farm" she finished. Glenn nodded, "Rick will talk to him"
They continued to ride in silence, for a bit longer. But Glenn wanting to know more about her, decided maybe was a good time to take a step up.
"So what'd you do before all this?" Glenn broke the ice.
Maggie smiled slightly, "I was pretty focused on college, studying to be a teacher. Till the world just collapsed." Glenn smiled faintly too, "I just delivered pizzas". Maggie looked over to him, her face breaking into a grin.
"That explains why you're so quick" she joked. Glenn's face burned red and he chuckled nervously, the thoughts of the time they've spent together slipped through his brain. His mind going straight to the gutter.
"Its up ahead" Maggie said after a few minutes of silence. Glenn's eyes drifted to the building which a wooden sign that read 'Flea Market' hung sideways.
Tying their horses to a handicap sign, Glenn slipped his machete from his belt. He peaked inside the broken windows, "Looks pretty empty" he said quietly. Maggie nodded, "Shouldn't run into any problems then" she said stepping inside slowly.
"Don't be so sure" Glenn said with a shake of his head. He followed after her, glancing around to make sure there was no surprises waiting to make themselves known.
Maggie slipped the duffel bag off her shoulder grabbing some things off the shelf. Her gazed shifted to him, "Well aren't you gonna help?"
"Huh? Oh - yeah" he spoke, rumbling over his words. Her lips twitched up in amusement. Glenn took the second duffel bag that was over his shoulder, and made his way to another aisle. His eyes drifted over the shelf, shampoos, deodorant, toothpaste, and .. condoms.
Glenn looked around, making no one was watching before slipping quite a few boxes into his bag. He'd have to remember to get those out before going to Rick, he thought.
After his little scheme, he continued looking at the soaps, and toothbrushes. Making sure there'd be enough for the group. Hygiene was a luxury now, since most of the time they seemed to be covered in dirt.
The clicking of a gun made him snap his head to the side, his hands freezing in motion.
Glenn came face to face with the barrel of a gun. But who was holding it surprised him.
A woman, with tan skin, long dark brown hair, and a firm yet delicate face. She couldn't be oder then 30. Her skin had a thin layer of sweat over it, from the humid Georgia weather. Her left hand, which wasn't on the gun, came to her lips gesturing him to be quiet.
He nodded, unsure of what he could do. "You alone?" she asked in a whisper, her voice was soft but held firm. Glenn knew not to mess with her, with the way she held the gun she looked experienced. He simply shook his head no.
"Glenn -" Maggie's voice called from behind him but stop abruptly.
"Got 'er" another voice said from behind. This one wasn't female though.
Glenn just stared at the women, he was nervous. He usually knows what to do in these situations. "What do you want?" Glenn asked in a quiet tone. The woman tilted her head, "Nowadays you can't really trust people, isn't personal, just a precaution" she replied a southern twang to her voice.
"Are you and, - your .. friend alone" Glenn asked, he wasn't sure who was behind him with Maggie. The woman tilted her head again, as if trying to read him.
Maggie sucked in a breath, the compound bow lifted to her head sure did intimidate her. The holder, not so much. The woman nodded her head then spoke, "Yeah, just me and him"
So it was a him, Glenn thought. "How long?" he asked. "Just been us since the beginning" she replied lowering her gun. She gave a small smile, "The name's Emma" she said her tone lighter then before.
Glenn nodded then turned to Maggie. His eyes drifted to the young boy holding a bow, his weapon lowered as well. The boy gave a nod to him, and a quiet apology Maggie. Maggie gave the two new travelers a smile in return.
"Glenn" he nodded to them.
"Maggie, Maggie Greene" she smiled slightly again, taking a step toward Glenn.
The boy moved over to where Emma stood. "Emma Sawyer, this here is Colton" she replied putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.
He looked up, a blank expression on his face. Maggie took notice of his piercing blue eyes, they had a hint of green also. His features were sharp, he had a chiseled jawline for his age, his blondish brown hair swept to the side and his eyes were narrowed.
Maggie spoke up first, "We have a farm. Food, water, and a place to sleep". Glenn's head shot over to look at Maggie, was she really inviting them to the farm?
"Wouldn't want to intrude, we're strangers" Emma replied.
Before Maggie could respond, Glenn spoke up. Noticing a bit of movement at the front of the store. His eyes widened,
"Walkers!"
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Yay! Emma & Colton?
Who's he?
