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The day was spent trying to relax and exploring the house, which Jessica invited everyone to do. ("This was built to be a nursing home, but the owners never got the license. So there are board games and books galore.") However, trying being the key word, as everyone was still very cautious, the transition from walking meat pies to warm and cozy being a quick one. Carl and Sophia were the fastest to bounce back, going slack-jawed and attacking the shelves of DVD's on the walls when Jessica told them that with the power, the kids could watch movies on the seventy two inch television. They had gone through Finding Nemo, Wall-E, and were just starting Monsters, Inc. while Rick, Lori and Carol, accustomed to watching children's movies, sat and watched with warm smiles but open ears and fidgeting hands.

Daryl had found a stack of Harley-Davidson magazines, and Shane and Dale were playing every card game they could think of in the kitchen, not too interested in cartoons. Glenn was scanning the giant bookshelf upstairs, looking to find something to read to occupy his time, after his brain was screaming at him to stop watching Pixar movies. He never really could read without music though. Maybe that's why he'd sucked at college.

"You realize those are all medical texts, right?"

He turned, and there stood a freshly showered Jessica, her wet hair up in a messy bun. She looked fucking cozy, in a giant t-shirt and sweatpants that were all but falling off of her. Glenn frowned, recalling he forgot any sort of sweatpants or pajamas. "I noticed some of them were, but I didn't think all of them were." He then noticed that Jessica had a sleeve of tattoos on her right arm. Glenn had never really had an opinion on girls with tattoos, but it would be a lie to say he thought the ink on this particular girl wasn't fucking awesome.

She smiled apologetically. "Yeah. I brought them here like two years ago." She grabbed his elbow and pulled him down the hall.

"Two years?" Glenn raised an eyebrow as he was pulled into the room next to his own, which he assumed was Jessica's and she pointed at a significantly smaller bookshelf which held Stephen King, Edgar Allan Poe, and Bronte, among others. He began looking through them while waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, this is my boyfriend's parents' house. His mom was gonna become a registered nurse and the program she was in wouldn't pay for her shit so I gave her mine." Jessica lay on her stomach on the bed with her feet up in the air, her chin on her arms.

"Wait, so you're a doctor?" Glenn looked incredulously at her. She looked nothing like any doctor he'd ever seen.

"Nurse." She grinned.

Glenn abandoned the books, more interested in a true story rather than fiction for now, and joined Jessica on the bed, laying on his back next to her. "So that's what you did before all this? You worked at a hospital?"

"Nope, prison."

"You were in prison?"

Jessica giggled, "No, I was the night nurse at a prison, dude. Washington State Penitentiary. Once treated the Green River Killer for the flu."

"You're absolutely insane." Glenn shook his head at the ceiling. "Weren't you ever scared?"

"At first, then I realized that as long as you're nice, no one's gonna hurt you. One of the inmates serving life, Jackson, was eighty six and senile and told me that 'all the young'ins can't wait to catch a cold.'" They both laughed at that. "That's where I met my boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend was an inmate?"

"Good god, you jump to the worst conclusions. No, he was visiting his uncle and he slipped and fell walking out and cracked his head open. It was love at first stitch. Bah dum ching. Nah, but I did find out later that Chris was in jail for grand theft auto. Of a cop car. With handcuffs on. Behind him. He steered with his teeth."

"You sure have wonderful taste in men." Glenn deadpanned, earning a half-asked kick to the leg.

"I'm sitting here with you, aren't you?"

"Well played." Glenn rolled his eyes. "What did mommy and daddy think of Saint Christopher?"

"Daddy loved him, as did mommy. I think he flirted with her more than he did me, just to get on her good side. He didn't have any sisters, and his mom left when he was little, so he didn't develop that familial structure with women, he just developed the make-em-swoon technique."

"Did you have any siblings?" Glenn wasn't sure why he was asking all of these questions, but he wanted to know why this girl was who she was.

"An older brother, Matt, thirty five, and a little sister, Rebecca, 14. They were on a cruise with my parents when this happened. I like to think that they're on a ship in the Caribbean, sipping daiquiris." She chuckled, rolling on her back, arm to arm and hip to hip with Glenn. "What do you miss most?"

"That'd be my cat, Button." Glenn said with a sigh. "What about you?"

"Chinese food, easy." She said with severity in her voice. "If I die before eating at least an entire carton of BBQ pork fried rice from Panda Garden, I will send myself to hell."

"Nice. How old are you?"

"Twenty three. You?"

"Twenty seven."

"Really?" She scoffed and sat up, pulling off Glenn's hat (which he had found a nice replacement for at the mall). "Oh. I see it. Thought you were younger than me, Ichiro."

"Hey, I'm your elder, you better respect me." He quipped with a smirk, snatching the hat back, and Jessica stuck out her tongue. "Is that why you were in Spencer's?" Glenn pointed at the barbell that glinted in the middle of Jessica's tongue.

"Oh. Yeah. Why?" She raised an eyebrow. "Did you think I was buying sex toys?"

Glenn blushed, "Well, no, I mean-I assumed-Spencer's has shit like that-"

"They also have cheap jewelry. Old habits die hard, bud. You have a dirty mind." She shook her head with a smirk and got up. "What happened to finding a book?"

"You said you came all the way from Seattle to here in that armored car. What happened the day this started?" Glenn looked up at Jessica's back, where she'd practically frozen in place.

She sighed and came and sat back down, laying on her side to face Glenn. "Chris picked me up. He called me a few minutes after the SWAT team left and told me to put every gun I could get my hands on in duffel bags and he'd pick me up in back. So I hid in the storage room and did what I was told, getting all the guns that were in there while people raided the front. Most people don't realize in the heat of the moment that a gun shop's only guns aren't in front. I got four huge bags full; handguns, rifles, silencers, a fucking machine gun. I filled one bag alone with ammo. He came and picked me up in an armored car he stole. I didn't say one word for about four hours, but once we hit the pass, I threw up out the window maybe four or five times. I couldn't take seeing all the people we were practically running over, killing them faster than the walkers would've, and curled up in the backseat, and I guess I was so drained and scared and overwhelmed that I passed out."

"I'm gonna find you Sophia!" Carl yelled from the hallway. They were playing Hide and Seek.

Glenn turned his attention back to Jessica, who wasn't making eye contact. She had a far off look, like she wasn't even with him anymore. "When I woke up, maybe eight or nine hours later it was dark, and what woke me was the car door slamming. We were stopped at a gas station, and those monsters were all around the car. Chris was in the passenger seat. They'd bitten his neck and he'd just barely shut the door. I moved before I knew what I was doing, instinct taking over and covering the bite, checking for a pulse and turning on the overhead light to see if his eyes dilated. He was leaving fast, and he told me to go to his parents' farm in Douglas. We'd visited once before. He died a few seconds later. I'd seen what happened to the people who were bitten, seen them get back up. I started driving until I was out of that hoard and pushed Chris' body out just before he turned. I could see him getting up in the rearview.

"I got here and Tanya and Joe's car was gone, the lights were off, the fence was open, and the windows were boarded up. I had to break a window and shove the boards in just to get inside, so I threw the guns and got in myself. Walkers were starting to wander in from the forest, and the road. That car is loud as shit and breaking a window and screaming definitely didn't help. At least I'd remembered to lock the gate. I put the board back up and hid in the basement. I got there at sunrise, and there was one little window in the basement where I could see the sun. For twenty four hours, I sat there, clutching a gun to my chest, covered in blood, and staring at the light moving on the wall until it got dark, and then I kept staring until it was light again.

"I got up and went to the first floor, looking out the cracks in between the boards and I could see none of them were there, and I kind of just crumpled to the ground and started sobbing. I think I was there for like three hours, leaning against the door and crying into my knees. I tried to get on the computer and internet was down, I tried to call people and the phones weren't working, I tried turning on the TV and there was no signal. It wasn't until I turned on the radio that I found something out. I went through countless looped emergency broadcasts until I got to a live person and all I heard before something crashed and people started screaming was to stay inside, stay armed, because the military was failing. Then it was static."

She was obviously done and looked at Glenn again. "What about you? What happened to you the day it happened in Atlanta?"

Glenn let out a humorless chuckle. "I sped home, ran into a car in front of my apartment building and hid inside, barricaded the door and everything. I was a few floors up so I could see everything that was going on. It was horrible. I hid there for maybe a month and a half, two months. I lost track of time. I remember one day, it occurred to me that I should've been kicked out by now, because my student loans and shit income had taken a toll on my ability to keep my landlord happy. A few days later I saw my landlord trip over a barricade with only one arm. A little while after that I saw a group of people come into the city, and I left with them. Not much else to tell."

"What about your family? Girlfriend?" She raised an eyebrow. "Boyfriend?"

Glenn snorted. "My girlfriend of two years had just dumped me for the guitarist of some shitty local indie band. My mom, dad and little brother are dead, of that I'm sure."

"How are you so sure?" Jessica asked, her hand sliding into Glenn's. It was surprisingly warm. "They could be somewhere just like you are. Hidden away, away from the world and everything that's happened to it."

Glenn squeezed Jessica's hand a little, seeking the comfort the touch had brought him the day before, when he'd hugged her. "The power didn't go out until the next day. Apparently, the side of town they lived on had been hit first. When I got into the apartment, the last thing on my mind was my voicemail, but the next day when I felt safe enough to see that everything inside was in order, I listened to two voicemails. The first one was from my mom. She wasn't scared, she was just pissed off. She was yelling into the phone in Korean that she was coming to get me because she didn't trust me to drive around all the military vehicles, and my dad was yelling at her in the background, fucking terrified, and I guess it was because a walker came up and bit him, then came after my mom, and the phone dropped and I heard them being eaten.

"The second one was from Mike, and he was crying. He said he needed me to come pick him up right now because crazy people were running all around and one had bit him and he was hiding in the band room at his school. Then he hung up. They may've been alive then, but they aren't anymore." Glenn sighed. He thought about his family every day, but hadn't told anyone about them. It felt kind of nice to share that after all this time.

Jessica had tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry." Her voice was shaking a little. "Not knowing is horrible, but knowing that…"

"Don't cry. I lost my family but I gained a new one. And so have you." Glenn smiled.

Jessica chuckled, pulling her hand away to wipe the tears. "You say that like you're dancing on cloud nine."

"Well, I can't dance, so ha." Glenn came back with, hoping to lighten the mood.

Jessica gasped. "You can't dance?"

Glenn shook his head. "Sat out of every school dance, even my friend's weddings."

"Get up, right now. I'm teaching you how to dance." She got up and started rummaging around in the nightstand, coming out with a little gold iPod and a black iHome.

"What, you have the waltz on that thing?" Glenn mocked, standing up.

Jessica plugged it in and began scrolling through. "Bitch, I have Michael Bublé, that's who I have."

She stood back up and tossed Glenn's hat on the bed, holding his left hand, while setting his right on her hip and set her other on his shoulder when he heard the tell-tale sound of a Spanish band, and was soon pressed against every inch of his partner as she made him move.

'When marimba rhythms start to play,dance with me, make me sway. Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore, hold me close, sway me more…'

"See, you're just moving around, not that hard." Jessica smirked, holding back laughs while Glenn became increasingly awkward on his feet.

'Like a flower bending in the breeze, bend with me, sway with ease.When we dance you have a way with me, stay with me, sway with me…'

"Dear god, you really are terrible." She blurted out as Glenn all but stepped on his own foot.

"I told you, I cannot dance!" He grumbled back, refusing to move his feet.

Jessica hooked the cord of the iHome on her ankle and pulled, unplugging it, putting them both in silence. She looked back up at Glenn with a challenging smirk on her face. "So what are you good at?"

Before Glenn even knew what he was doing, his arms were pulling Jessica up and against him and his lips were on hers, smashing hard enough to bruise. She made a little noise before wrapping her arms around his neck and opening her mouth, sliding her tongue out. Glenn thought with a feeling of triumph that even during the apocalypse, he could score. Then all thoughts were erased from his head as Jessica grinded her hips against Glenn's, a groan coming from deep in his throat. His lips moved from Jessica's to her neck where he bit down, hard, earning a gasp from Jessica, who pushed him down onto the bed.

"Dude, clothes off, now." She panted as she shut and lock the door, pulling off her shirt—more tattoos—and dipping into the bathroom. Glenn could hear her rummaging around as he pulled his shirt over his head and worked on his belt and jeans when he heard "Found it!" and then a condom was tossed at his head.

She was just crawling on top of him again when they heard Sophia scream downstairs.