Survivor (A Glenn Rhee fanfiction)

The Grove

Chapter 50: The Grove
Glenn's POV

"Do you ever think it'll stop?" Her voice is like honey; sweet and lulling to my ears. I look down at her, catching a glimpse of oceanic eyes as she rests her head on my shoulder.

"I don't know. The world will never be the same again." I reply truthfully. Kadyn wasn't one for unsure answers. She likes straight honesty. And this was the most honest answer I had. "But one thing's for sure, I'm always going to love you."

"You're such a sap." Kadyn giggles, draping an arm across my stomach before pressing her lips to my cheek.

"Maybe so." I shrug, sending a grin her way.

Late nights in the courtyard of the prison were our favorites. They held pointless conversations that mean the world to me, along with the sweet kisses and little whispers of our love for each other. The sky is pink and the amber sun is nearly gone.

But we stayed out to watch the vibrant colors until they faded to inky black, and even after that we admired the stars. Just being in each other's arms was contentment enough for the two of us.

It was unending, our love; undying and ever-growing. So to have that ripped away from me is gut wrenching. To know that my love is out there, maybe even dead, in this apocalyptic world is terrifying.

The sky is blue when I open my eyes. Blurred tips of trees and old telephone wires whiz past, and I hear the rumbling of an engine.

I jolt awake, and look around wildly.

"Hey, don't move. Here's some water." Tara reassures me, but I struggle to sit up anyways, hearing my heart pound in my chest even over the roaring engine of the vehicle we're in.

"Where are we?" I ask, pushing myself up into a sitting position. The trees flash past as we race down an unfamiliar road.

"I don't know." Tara bites her lip. "We were fighting biters and you passed out right after we left the prison. I didn't know what to do."

I glance over my shoulder at the people inside the truck. I raise an eyebrow at Tara, trying to stay calm.

"The back of a truck seemed safer than the side of the road." Tara says quietly.

My heart beats quicker in my chest. How long was I out?  We're miles away from the prison, no doubt, but how far away from Kadyn am I now?

"Hey, hey, did we pass a bus? On the road, did we pass a bus?" I ask Tara, anxiety rippling through my body.

"Yeah." Tara nods her head.

"What did you see?" I ask, panicking at the thought. Kadyn was supposed to be on that bus. If she got on there after I left, there's a good chance she's near the bus.

"They were all dead." Tara hangs her head. My heart feels like a popped balloon. I shake my head a little, clearing away the negative thoughts.

"How long since we passed it?" I ask, trying to regain hope.

Tara thinks for a moment, counting in her head. "Three hours."

Something inside of me stirs, and I bang my fist against the back window of the truck.

"Hey," I call out, voice still weak from the sickness. I repeat the action when the people inside the cab don't respond.

"Hey, stop the truck. Stop the truck!" I repeat, banging on the glass.

After they don't respond again, I grab my gun. Tara gasps, but I just hit the butt of the gun against the glass.

"Hey, numbnuts! Stop the truck!" I shout. "Stop the truck!" With one final hit of the butt of the gun, the glass cracks.