Wilted Thorns • Glenn Rhee

REBEKAH DIXON LEARNED TO LICK KNIVES. She was never handed a damn thing on a silver platter, everything she was, who she was, was embedded in survival. Nobody was coming to rescue her. Not even her brothers. An alcoholic, abusive father. One brother who was half out of her life doing another stint in juvie, and the other who tried his best to shield her from the horrendous abuse. It never worked.

He just kept coming and coming. Until the fall.

GLENN RHEE delivered pizzas before the fall. Pizzas. He had no idea how he managed to survive the beginning of the apocalypse, nor how he managed to find a group willing to take him in. He had a good life. Before. A mother, sister's. All gone, or at least he thought. They were in Michigan, last he knew.

He was taken with Rebekah the moment his eyes laid on her. She wasn't much of a talker, not like he was. And yet.. He couldn't help himself but to try.

The two unlikely survivors find solace in each other.. eventually.