"So do we ring the bell?"
Glenn
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I pull Carol's cherokee up to the house. Lights are on, but it was hard to tell whether someone was home. I climb out of the drivers and meet with T on the other side. We walk towards the front of the house, stopping at the stairs. We look down, seeing spots of blood on the ground. I felt a cold chill run down my spine. I couldn't imagine what it was like to be Rick. Seeing his own child, his own flesh and blood bleeding like nothing, running as fast as he could, only relying on the adrenaline pumping through his body to ensure he wouldn't slow down or get too tired coming to a stop. The fear, the panic. God.
"So do we ring the bell?" I ask T. We both knew how hard it was going to be in there. Rather than talk about it, I wanted to ask a question other than asking about Carl getting shot. "I mean, it looks like people live here."
"We're past this kind of stuff, aren't we?" T asks. "Having to be considerate."
"Well, I figured just because the world ended, some things probably didn't change." I utter. "I wouldn't want complete strangers entering my home, even if their child was bleeding out on my bed." I pause, closing my eyes and instantly regretting my words. This is what happens when I'm distressed. Mostly because all I wanna do is run in there, find Kira and make sure she's okay.
"Did you close the gate up the road when you drove in?" We pause at the sudden voice. We could see a figure sitting in a rocking chair, but it was hard to depict who it was.
"Uh, hi." I answer nervously. "Yes, we closed it. Did the latch and everything." The woman leans over, revealing herself within the light. I give her a soft smile, nodding my head.
"Hello. Nice to see you again." I greet. "We met before briefly."
"Look, we came to help. There anything we can do?" T asks weakly. The woman stands up from the chair and approaches us. She opens her mouth to say something, but instead, her eyes caught the sight of T's arm. "It's not a bite. I cut myself pretty bad though."
"We'll have it looked at." She nods. "I'll tell them you're here." She opens the door and allows us inside. We stand around the southern style living room, watching her approach a door. She gently knocks a few times before entering inside. Her voice is soft spoken. And we hear faint voices and sniffles before the woman returns. She gives us a nod and allows us to enter the room.
The room is heavy. Carl lies down on the bed. His body is pale, his eyes are closed. An older man squeezes a bump, inspecting his vitals. Lori sits in a chair next to the bedside, her eyes swollen, red and stained with tears as she sobs softly. Rick is pale himself. His arm is bandaged and he's looking weak, stressed. There's a tube that ran beside his arm, a bandage wrapped around the crease of his arm. It didn't take long for me to realize he had giving Carl his blood.
"Hey." I greet, barely above a whisper.
"Hey." Rick softly responds.
"Uh, we're here, okay?" I reassure them.
"Thank you." Lori nods her head.
"Whatever you need." T adds. They both nod their heads. T and I disappear.
"I'm Maggie. My father, Hershel, the man in there helping the Grimes family." Maggie introduces herself. She turns her head and points to the three other people standing in the kitchen. "That's Patricia. My younger sister, Beth and her boyfriend Sean." T and I smile lightly, nodding our heads as greeting them.

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Don't Dream It's Over // Glenn Rhee
Fanfiction"Deep breaths. Tight chest. Life, death." ᨒ↟ 𖠰 Created: January 25, 2024 Published: May 28, 2024 Completed: