TAKING A BITE out of the sandwich Beth had made for him, Roland messed around with his knife. He sat on his cot in his ten that he shared with Glenn. Roland hadn't talked much after what happened with Andrea shooting Daryl. It'd been revealed when Shane and Rick carried the redneck back to the house.
When they had dinner, Roland didn't even speak then. Just silently ate, forcing himself not to look at Beth who'd been staring at him with concern. It hadn't been hard for Rick or Lori to pick up on their son's behaviour. At this point, Roland was being a complete hypocrite and acting erratic. He had no reason beside wanting to keep everyone alive.
Glenn entered the tent and stopped momentarily to stare at his friend before taking a seat. A bag full of food that Glenn was giving out to each member of the group. Roland didn't look up, continuing to be fascinated by the clean metal of his knife.
But when Glenn cleared his throat, he looked up through his hooded eyelashes. Looking back down at his knife as he hummed, urging Glenn to speak. "Listen, I need to tell you something, okay? And I feel like I'm going crazy not telling anyone this." Glenn began, attracting Roland's attention as he placed the knife down beside him.
It took a few moments for Glenn to speak. Finding it much harder then he was expecting to come clean to Roland. "Your mom's pregnant."
Roland fell silent, only making Glenn more nervous about the boy's reaction to the whole thing. Feeling his hands become clammy as Roland held the unwavering gaze with the pizza boy. "When?" Roland uttered and Glenn sighed. "Like two days ago. I promised her I wouldn't tell no one, but since we're friends and you're her son, I wanted to tell you." He explained and Roland clenched his fists.
He wasn't dumb. He knew whose kid it was. His mom's and Shane's little getaways from the group a while back weren't as hidden as they had expected. Roland had refrained from speaking on the matter, finding it wasn't his place to speak. But he was angry since his mom's way of coping with his father's death was having sex with his friend who lied to them. Overall, it was a completely fucked up situation.
"But there's more," Glenn added, making Roland sigh and rake his hand through his hair. "Hershel's barn is full of walkers." The confession made Roland's eyes widen as he looked up at Glenn. "What?" He asked, unsure of what he'd heard was correct, but when Glenn repeated what he said, Roland didn't know what to say. "The barn is full of walkers. I went there last night and they just keep them there. That's why they have a lock and chain on it. No one gets in, and no walkers get out." Glenn explained.
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