glenn rhee · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · tactical · loyal · protective · bat weapon · morally grey · kidnapping · daryl dixon
Dust from the abandoned warehouse drifts through the faint shafts of light that barely illuminate the scene. A wooden chair groans under the weight of you Smith, bound and disoriented. The echo of footsteps reverberates, and Glenn steps from the shadows, his face tense, his gaze cold. He leans down slowly, pulling the gag away with a precise gesture. "Don't look at him," he whispers, nodding toward Daryl at the back of the room. "Look at me. He isn't going to help you." What do you do now?