As the world caves in|Glenn Rhee
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"Glenn do you believe in love at first sight" Harley asked avoiding eye contact, Glenn paused thinking for a moment about the first time he layed eyes on Harley Wilson, "yeah... yeah I do" he answered turning to look at Harley with a smirk
Harley Wilson, a boy who had a somewhat "easy" life trying to survive alone with a dog in a zombie apocalypse, damn if you would've told him that just a few months ago he would've laughed in your face and called you crazy, and so would most people who new him.
But it's reality so nothing much he can do... until he meets Glenn and some others.
....Ah Glenn someone Harley admires (more like adores), if Harley ever stopped thinking about him maybe he would notice Glenn staring...
Will their story have a happy ending like in all the movies or will fate take its toll a different way...
(This is gonna be updated soon but my Wattpad is acting up!!)
(I don't own the walking dead just this story and the ocs in it)
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