❝In the ruins of what once was, you are my 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲.❞
Daryl Dixon has weathered the apocalypse through grit and isolation, a man who aches for love but doesn't know how to ask for it. Then there's her⸻a quiet woman whose heart overflows with lov...
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CHAPTER 3. FLYING SQUIRRELS
The next day, Gwenn woke up with a red sticky note stuck to her forehead. 'Went on a run with the others. BRB sis.' It was in Glenn's chicken handwriting.
Frustrated didn't cover it⸻Gwenn was livid. She wanted to go after them, grabbing her sledgehammer and calling Loofah to her side, but Shane reassured her they'd be fine. Glenn had T-dog, Morales, Andrea, Jacqui, and Merle with him. It didn't help; if anything, it made her feel worse.
And she couldn't even look Shane in the eye. All she could remember was the sight of his bare, disgusting ass up in the air. Scowling, Gwenn brushed Shane off and stomped off to her tent, sputtering a string of curses in her mother tongue.
It wasn't that she didn't trust Glenn. It was the people who came with him. What if they couldn't watch his back? What if they were too loud and drew a herd straight to them? And what if Glenn, compassionate as ever, risked his life to save them all? The thought made her stomach churn, fear and fury battling for control over her composure. She had a nagging feeling that everything was about to go sideways.
Gwenn took a deep breath to calm herself, though it didn't really help. She shoved her earphones into her ears and cranked the volume all the way up, letting her mixtape drown out her thoughts. She stayed in her tent for hours end. Loofah got really bored but didn't want to leave her alone, so he occupied himself by chewing on a stick, making the occasional satisfied grunt and sigh as if it was the best treat in the world. Every now and then, he looked back at the tent flap, waiting for Glenn as well.
Night fell, but the group was still nowhere to be seen.
Amy's patience snapped as thoughts of her sister gnawed at her. She pleaded to go into the city and bring them back, but Shane shut her down without hesitation, calling it a reckless idea. Amy exploded, throwing sharp words his way before retreating to her tent⸻a reaction Gwenn understood all too well when it came to her brother.
Not until the next morning did they finally return.
Gwenn sighed as she crouched down to fill Loofah's bowl with kibble. The dog waited patiently, drooling with anticipation. When given the go command, Loofah dug in and inhaled his food within seconds.
Suddenly, Loofah paused, ears perking up. He tilted his head, straining to listen. Gwenn furrowed her brows and scanned the area, also picking up a distant alarm sound.
"Talk to me, Dale," Shane barked, jogging toward Dale's RV with a shotgun gripped tightly in his hand.
Dale shook his head, peering through his binoculars. "I can't tell yet."
The group began to close in slowly, while Gwenn remained by her tent with Loofah.
