xiii. greene

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chapter thirteen.   greene

﹙season two, episode three﹚
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USING CAROL'S CHEROKEE, GLENN pulled into the Greene's residence

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USING CAROL'S CHEROKEE, GLENN pulled into the Greene's residence. T-Dog sat in the back while Jules sat in the passenger's seat, gazing up at the beautiful house in astonishment.

A house. A real life well-kept house. Candles and other fixtures lit it up. "Whoa . . . this place is beautiful. Do you think they'll let me take the master bedroom?" Jules jested, bumping her elbow with Glenn before he could open the car door.

"You'll be lucky to sleep in the bathroom," Glenn replied with a stoic face, stepping out of the vehicle. Jules got out as well, coming over to the side of it to help a wobbly T-Dog.

     "Hey, big guy, you doin' okay?" Jules asked thoughtfully, eyebrows crinkled together as she hovered her hands around T-Dog. He chuckled at her concern, waving her off.

     "Probably not," he grunted out, smile fading as he hobbled away towards the porch of the house.

     Jules frowned, slowing her pace to match his. "You will be fine. I'll make sure of it. Don't doubt that for a second."

"That's awfully optimistic," he groaned as all four of them stopped in front of the brick stairs leading up to the porch.

"So do we ring the bell?" Glenn asked rhetorically, still looking up at the door. "I mean, it looks like people live here."

T-Dog sighed, adjusting his position onto a different foot. "We're past this kind of stuff, ain't we?" The three of them started up the stairs. "Having to be considerate."

A new voice startled Jules as they reached the top, her raising her shaky hand holding her treasured knife towards it's direction, until it fell back limply when she realized who it was. "Did you close the gate up the road when you drove in?" the country-girl asked, knees brought to her chest on a chair.

"Uh, hi," Glenn stumbled over his words, making Jules bite back an amused smile. "Yes, we closed it."

"Latched it and everything, miss," Jules added with a grin. The woman smirked, dropping her legs and leaning forward in the chair.

"Hello, nice to see you again," Glenn continued nervously. "We, uh, met before briefly."

T-Dog let out an exhausted sigh, tired of Glenn's attempts at flirting with her. "Look, we came to help. There anything we can do?"

She hummed in reply, finally standing up and moving closer to the trio. She then glanced down, noticing T-Dog's wound. "It's not a bite," Jules quickly reassured, putting a hand in front of him just in case the woman tried anything. It'd be futile, since Jules knew this woman could easily knock her on her ass.

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