✧ sugar 彡 glennrheexfem!reader ✧

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glenn's pov:
we had just gotten to the hughway and explained what had happened to dale and t-dog. "shot? what do you mean shot?" dale asks, and i shrug "i don't know, dale. i wasn't there. all i know is this chick rode out of nowhere like zorro on a horse and took lori." i explain and dale shakes his head "and you let her?" he accuses. "rick sent her. she knew
lori's name and carl's." i reply and he nods, turning to andrea who was still shaken up. "i heard screams. was that you?" he asks and andrea ignores him, walking tmstraight to the rv. "she got attacked by a walker.
it was a close call." carol says. "andrea, are you all right?" dale asks her but she doesn't reply and walks into the rv, slamming the door.

y/n's pov:
you were quietly walking up a hill, towards an abandoned ambulance. you duck behind it, catching your breath. "lets take a look." shane says and you all peek around the side of the vehicle. your eyes widen as you see the amount of walkers gathered between you and the medical trailer you were trying to get to. "fuck." you mumble under your breath and otis taps shane on the shoulder "see that medical trailer, across the way?" he says and shane looks at you both with disbelief "we need to get there?" he asks and you and otis nod. "we can do it, it'll just take time and a shit ton of luck. we can use noise to distract them, then run like hell to the trailer." you offer and shane shakes his head "that sheriff car, should have some flares in the trunk we can use those." he says and you nod. "i'll go to the drivers side and unlock the trunk so ya'll can get em." you say and they both nod.

with that you crouch and slowly make your way towards the vehicle, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. you slowly open the drivers side door and the creak of it makes you wince. seeing that thr walker spaid you no mind you continue to unlock the trunk. otis pushes it open and takes the flares out. you smile and walk back behind the car. shane lights the flares and throws them into the middle of the lot, and you three wait for the walkers to take notice before making a run for the trailer. ptis makes it inside first and you get in last, locking the door behind you. you start grabbing the things you need first, then anything else that could be useful; antibiotics, gauze, syringes, pain meds and extra sutures.

"endotracheal intubator, baby,
for my new respirator." otis says, exclaims, placing the items in his pack. "attaboy! come on." shane says and you all make your way to the door of the trailer. you unlock it and open the door, greeted by the walkers all turning to face you. "oh fuck." you say, and shane pushes you "run!" he says and you spring into action, sprinting forward. you all make it to the front doors of the school. you open them and see a few walkers inside. you shoot the ones closest to you and climb up onto the lockers against the walls. shane and otis catch up with you. they both climb up and you all catch your breath.

"those windows, what's on the other side?" shane asks, pointing to windows over the doors to the right of you. "about a 20 ft drop with nothing to catch you, maybe some bushes,then the athletic field." otis answers. you lean your head back and huff. "we just need enough time. we got to get up there. we got to get 'em open and get out." shane says and otis snorts "not me. maybe you." he says and shane strarts to protest but otis stops him. "come on, man, look at me. you really think i can squeeze through one of them tiny windows? they'd be all over us. we lay down some fire to get a head start. you stay here. i hop down and draw them away. that gives you the chance to get up
the bleachers and out a window." otis says and you raise an eyebrow.

"and where do you go?" you ask and he points down the hallway "locker room
down those steps. it's got windows too,
and more my size. i get out through one, i double back and we meet up out on the field." he explains and you shrug, thinking it was as good a plan as any. "you're a crazy son of a bitch, ain't you?" shane remarks and otis shrugs "just trying to do right for that boy." he replies and you sympathise slightly with his guilt. "you take three shots and you go. we'll lay down a cover for you." shane states and you nod. "i'll get you a lead." otis says, getting ready to step down.