The world has ended and there's more people dead than alive, and somehow Andie has ended up completely and utterly alone. Nowhere is safe, but she can't keep running. And after captivity turns to friendship and love, the teenager must decide what di...
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Andie's shoved into the room where they're keeping Glenn, and his eyes widen when he sees her with three men and no shirt. His jaw clenches and he raises the weapon in his hand — an arm broken off of the chair that he was taped to — and gets ready to swing at them. He's forced to stop when the Hispanic man with them aims a gun at Andie's head.
"Drop it." He tells him, and the chair arm thuds on the concrete.
"We're through with games." The man holding Andie's arm says. "Now one of you is gonna give up your camp."
The brunette's face is like stone as she stares ahead, not wanting to look at Glenn. But he knows her, he can see the fear in her eyes, despite her refusing to meet his gaze.
The man at her side can see the anger on Glenn's face as he looks at them, and he steps closer to her. Her jaw tightens as he reaches up to brush her hair away from her face, but she won't falter in her determination not to cave under his tactics.
"The prison." Glenn blurts when he sees the man's hand getting ready to touch her body.
"The one near Nunez?" Merle questions.
"That place is overrun." The man at Andie's side says.
"We took it." Glenn tells him.
"How many are you?"
"Eleven."
"Eleven people cleared that whole prison of biters?" He questions. "Huh?"
He then shoves Andie at Glenn, and she stumbles because she wasn't expecting the sudden movement. Glenn reaches out and grabs her, steadies her, then he pushes her behind him. The brunette's still covering herself as she shrinks behind him, and he glares at the three men, trying to act as a barrier between them and her as he keeps her at his back.
As soon as the men shut the door after leaving the room, Glenn pulls his shirt over his head and turns to face Andie. He quickly raises it up and puts the dark t-shirt over her head before pulling it down her body, over her arms that are still crossed over her otherwise bare chest.
The teenager stands there for a moment before slowly moving her hands, then she puts her arms through the sleeves of Glenn's shirt. He looks down at her, but she still won't look at him, won't meet his gaze. He's never seen her this rattled before, not even on the farm.
"Please say something...tell me you're okay, anything." Glenn begs, his voice a whisper.
Andie stands there silently for a moment before leaning against the wall behind her. "He didn't hurt me." She tells him, then she slides down the wall and sits on the cold cement.
