Glenn's POV
My tired hues groggily fluttered open to the annoying and inconsistent sound of metal pots banging together and the crunching of boots on leaf riddled ground. I rubbed at my eyes, trying to cling to the five minutes of peace when I could pretend that this whole apocalypse thing didn't exist, that I wasn't fighting for my life every minute, and there wasn't mysterious strange women with machine guns bolted to their cars. I groaned softly, pulling myself from the wrinkled damp sheets and placing my feet on the floor of the RV. Unfortunately, we no longer had the luxury of sleeping without shoes, because and I quote "We need to be ready to get up and go if we have too, the extra minutes it takes to put on your shoes could very well put you in an early grave" lovely words from Shane ladies and gentleman.
I walked over to the sink, turning on the faucet, splashing some water on my face and gulping some down, clean drinking water was sparse lately. I sniffed at my shirt in disdain, wishing more than anything we could take a shower, now all we had was a salt water lake, which I didn't even know was possible. I grabbed a change of clothes and a rough stained orange towel off the towel rack. Making my way out of the RV, the sun forcing me to shield my eyes as I stepped out of the large motor home. Instantly being greeted by Lori and her son Carl, who were huddled by the fire with Rick.
"Hiya Glenn" She exclaimed happily, a forced smile on her face but I didn't really care enough to dive into why. I just groaned at her in response, gripping the towel tighter as I shielded my eyes from the evening sun - wait! Evening!
"How long did I sleep?" I asked, my voice slightly horse from slumber.
"All day, but we figured with your trips into the city that you deserved to sleep for a while" She said, combing Carl's hair away from his eyes..
"Uhh, thanks" I said, rubbing the back of my neck as I sutured away, heading over to Carol who was patiently folding all of our clothes.
"Hey Miss Carol" I said, nodding my head in respect as I helped her fold.
"Just call me Carol, Glenn. Miss is for the children" She said, giving me a small smile, "Here, your clothes are done"
"Thank you" I smiled, taking the small clothes pile from her and making my way over to the RV, putting them away in my faded green backpack.
"Where's Amy?" I asked once I returned to where Carol was still folding. My question was answered as the blonde sutured into camp with her older sister Andrea, four chains of fish in their hands. The camp erupted in whistles and cheers, Morales chiming in about how his children would eat good tonight.
"Nice job Amy" I praised, a slightly red tint painting my cheeks. I'm pretty sure it was obvious to everyone in camp that I had a thing for the small blonde girl, well it was obvious to everyone -but- Amy.
"Thanks Glenn" She said, a wide and beautiful smile gracing her lips, Amy always tried to make the best out of every situation, she always had a smile on her face and -always- saw the best in people. Amy was like the sun, no matter what happens in our lives you know it's gonna rise the next day as if oblivious to our problems.
"Lets have us a good old fish fry" Shane said, taking the fish from Andrea and Amy.
I couldn't help the grin that stretched across my lips as I stared around at the other members of the group, all going about the small tedious jobs they do that make life a little easier and not so much like a horror show. Maybe things were starting to look up for us...
Should have known it wouldn't last.
Koroline's POV
You would think that for a camp full of cops and hunters that they would be better at knowing when someone's watching them, I mean damn, I have been siting under a tree just on the outskirts of there camp for like two hours and have they noticed, no. Sure it was dark as shit but come on!
I chuckled softly to myself, my humor in my thoughts dying as a twig snapped someone where in the dark near me. This was seriously the worst place to camp out from a zombie apocalypse, it's literally surrounded by trees and a cliff that dropped fifty feet straight down into water. Did I mention dark and creepy trees?
I stood slowly, my hand hesitating over the hilt of my sword as a walker stumbled out of the trees next to me, I chalked it up to morbid curiosity as my hand fell back to my side. The walker limped closer, reaching out with pale and grotesque fingers to snag the front of my shirt. It's putrid breath washing over my face and I had to fight back a gag. It leaned forward slightly, it's disgusting yellow teeth almost gleaming in the pale moonlight. This is it, it was going to bite me.
Would I be effected if it did?
It halted close to my neck, almost -sniffing- me? It's nose turned up against the air, well what's left of his nose. It was like he was taking in my scent. When the thing backed up and continued on like I wasn't even there I thought for sure I was going to fall to the floor in shock. It just sniffed me and continued on like I was three day old meat loaf.
Could they sense that I wasn't human? Didn't they come after me while I was in the city? What's changed?
I was roughly tugged out of my thoughts as an ear piercing scream rang out, startling me slightly. I yanked my sword off my back and trudged into their camp, more walkers pouring in behind me, each one bumping into me and continuing as if I wasn't there.
"What the fuck?" I muttered under my breath, killing the decomposed freaks as they piled in around me. It was almost like I was a ghost, I could walk by them and yet they just continued to try to reach the rest of the survivors until they met their demise with a sharp swing of my blade. The rest of the group had yet to notice me, caught up in there own ways to survive the horde of the undead. I wasn't sure why the walkers all of a sudden held no interest in me, was it a new power? I mean my powers had evolved slightly since coming to earth but that was just insane. A wide grin spread across my lips, a joyous laugh bubbling past my lips, leave it to the big man upstairs to practically make me invisible.
When the last walker dropped, the air was silent, until the shrill cries of Amy's sister Andrea filled the air, the smile died on my lips as I took in the scene around me, bodies littered the ground. Some strangers and some the ones I had swore to protect. I felt a pang in my chest as I took in the sight of Amy's mangled body lying beneath the crying arms of Andrea. I went to take a step toward the grieving woman when I was cut off by Shane's bulky form stomping its way towards me, Rick following close behind. Shane's shot gun was raised against his shoulder as he glared daggers at me, itching to put a bullet in my head.
"Who the hell are you!?" He fumed, cracking his neck slightly..
"Koroline" I said with a nod, sheathing my sword with a slight tug of a smile on my lips, Shane was severely 'out gunned' against me.
"You wanna explain how you got in our camp?" Rick asked, taking a calmer approach with this.
"Simple, I walked in" I said, a sarcastic grin on my lips, my smile widening as I caught the slight twitch of amusement on Daryl's lips..
"That's not what I meant, now can you please explain what exactly you are doing here" Rick asked patiently.
"Easy, I'm here to protect you guys, even the big gorilla here" I chuckled, nodding my head towards Shane.
"What- what do you mean protect us" Rick asked, cutting off Shane's retort that was dying to fly off his lips.
"This would be easier to explain if all of your people were around" I said, a frown on my lips as I scratched at a patch of dried blood on my shirt.
"These people are grieving, we don't have time for some strangers bullshit" Shane snarled, grabbing onto my arm and yanking me forward towards his chest. I stared up at his beady black eyes, the complete essence of calm even through I was boiling beneath the surface.
"I suggest you let go" I said lowly, an underlying threat beneath my words, a threat that Shane ignored.
"Oh yeah, or what" he barked, tightening his grip on my arm.
"Shane!" Rick snapped, "Let her go"
Shane pushed me back with a growl and I had to slide my feet behind me to keep from falling on my ass, "Oh if I didn't have to protect him, I would kick his ass" I thought, grimacing as I fixed my shirt slightly.
"Can you just explain, we have a large crisis on our hands" Rick said softly, sending a sharp look to Shane, who just glared and stomped away.
I smiled softly, "My name you already know, but there is a lot I'm about to tell you and I need you to stick with me on it okay?" I told him, noticing the large amount of eyes on us.
"Now's not really the time guys, we need to start finishing off the bodies, we can't risk them coming back" Glenn said, walking over with his head hung, it did nothing to hide the tear tracks stained into his cheeks.
I grimaced slightly, nodding as I regarded them both with a look of sympathy. "I'll do whatever I can to help"
"Thank you" Rick said, setting off to console his wife and son.
"I'm sorry about Amy" I said quietly, pressing a reassuring hand against Glenn's shoulder, he stared at me with wide and startled hues.
"How do you know her name?" He asked, skittishly looking back and forth, almost if looking for a way to escape.
"All part of being an angel, baby" I said, quoting my words from a day ago.
He eyes went wide with recognition, before a look of awe and weariness spread across his young features. "The girl from the highway" He whispered, his eyebrows scrunched across his forehead in deep thought. "I- I gotta go" He mumbled before scurrying off like I had burned him.
"I see us being great friends" I joked softly to myself before walking off towards the center of camp to get started on helping clear the bodies, I tried to ignore all the stares that I could feel burning a hole into my head. I accepted the fact they were curious and weary but damn staring is just rude.
"Need help, Dixon?" I asked, a smirk pulling at my lips as I stared up at the crossbow king of the rednecks..
"Tha' fuck"
Hey! Hope you guys liked this chapter, I know things have changed a lot from the old version but like I said, if any of your favorite parts got cut just tell me and I will add them back! And you guys are probably wondering why I have so much of Glenn's POV, that's mostly because I wanted you guys to see how the group reacted to her and the conflict. There shouldn't be much more of his POV now that she has joined the group. Xoxo Hannah.