Survivor (A Glenn Rhee fanfiction)

Indifference

Chapter 40: Indifference
Glenn's POV

Kadyn has been gone on the run for over a day. I didn't expect the group to come back in a few hours, but it makes me anxious anyways. I'd kill for a way to be able to communicate with them. I just want to know that she's still okay. I have no doubt that Kadyn can take care of herself, but runs are always dangerous; and if I lose her, I don't think I'd be able to hold on much longer.

I've been moved into quarantine with the rest of the sickly. So far, the side affects of the virus haven't bothered me, only the horrendous coughing. I have been well enough to assist Hershel and Dr. S.

Loud coughing echoes throughout the cell block. There's hardly been any silence since the virus spread.

"I hope they get back with the medicines soon." Hershel sighs. I nod my head in agreement.

"They'll make it back in time." I assure the two of us, coughing a little.

"In the meantime, Glenn, you should get some rest. You've done a lot today." Hershel says, turning to face me.

"I'm fine," I wave my hand, shaking my head. However, I cough again, this time more violently. Hershel raises an eyebrow at me.

"Go get some rest. Kadyn will be back soon with the medicine." Hershel repeats, pointing me to the cell I've been assigned.

I sigh and head to the cell. I might as well rest. There's no use in overworking myself if there's no antibiotics.

Kadyn's POV

"This is Turner Creek, so Barnesville must be a few miles downstream." I announce to the group. We've been walking since daylight, and with no luck of finding a new vehicle.

"Sounds like our best chance at finding a new ride." Bob says hopefully.

"There should be a town a few miles south." Daryl states. "Ty! Come on, let's go! Vámonos!"

Tyreese trails behind the group with little effort. His hammer hangs loosely from his hands.

"Lost a whole night. My sister, everybody else - they're probably dead." Tyreese mutters.

"Well it helps to keep moving." Michonne says encouragingly.

"No it doesn't." Tyreese argues, exhaling loudly.

"We gotta find ourselves a new battery." Daryl states as we walk along a faint path in the direction of the veterinary college.

"And soon." Bob adds.

"Hey, look!" I point ahead at what appears to be an abandoned auto shop.

The group rushes forward. I keep my knife out and by my side.  A car is parked next to the building, but it's covered in tangled green vines, making it out of reach.

We hack away at the vines, freeing the car.  Daryl gets inside and turns the key, but it doesn't even sputter. 

  "Battery's dead."  Daryl huffs, getting out of the car.  Just our luck. 

"Hey, we've got some company inside there." Michonne warns us. I look at the old auto shop. The door is rattling, but it's covered up with the vines.

"Let's clear a path, see how many we got." Daryl orders, taking out his knife. We start to cut at the vines covering the doorway. Tyreese is madly swinging his hammer at the vines.

"Hey, man, go easy. We don't know what we're dealing with." Daryl says, looking over at Tyreese.

The door bolt is knocked loose and a walker exits, getting tangled up in the vines. It grabs Tyreese, and he tries to choke it to death.