[One Who Knocks Is A Dead Man]
[Season 1]
[Chapter 1]
[Friend Or Foe]

Last time Glory remembers, her and her wife had been spending the weekend together before Glory had to move on another business trip.. That's all she remembers. Within what felt like an eternity, Glory awoke in a broken home. The small structure, barely able to stand, had sheltered her enough for the cold nights. The first thing Glory did on instinct, was to search for her wife. Her wife and her unborn child. Glory had gone into a panic. There was no trace of the newly pregnant woman, and Glory didn't know where to search. Stepping outside, she looked around. There were a few people who seemed to act funny. They were smothered in blood and tended to stumble on every step. On complete accident, she caught the attention of one as it slowly stumbled forward.
"Um.. Sir? Ma'am..?" She called out softly as it continued to approach. It let out a loud groan, trying to call out to its others. No luck, yet it could care less. Continuing on wards, it got closer. Nearly tripping on the steps, it could barely get up to the patio where Glory had been.
"Shit!" Glory muttered under her breath, noticing it was no longer human. Turning and bolting inside, she searched for the best weapon she could possibly find in the window of time she had left. She sighed. Without luck she was running out of time as the walker had made its way inside. Running up the stairs, she ran to her room that she shared with her wife. There was a shoe box under the bed that held a pistol... With one bullet. Walking cautiously towards the stairs, she looked down towards the bottom of the stairwell. She saw the walker, staring down at the stairs as if it was Houdini magic. Glory, out of breath, lifted the pistol aiming at the walkers head. Pulling the trigger and taking the shot, it fell quietly. The bullet, not so much. The gunshot had attracted tons of walkers. Running outside, she ran into the open garage. Grabbing her keys, she jumped onto an old motorcycle she had previously been working on. Gladly it worked, barely. It had only a small amount of gas left. Enough left to get away at least. Revving it, she took off down the pavement road, towards a small trail behind her small home. The tires had no grip on the sandy path, but it could still get her places. She glanced back as the home slowly left her view. It was a bit heart-breaking to leave, but if her wife was there it was probably too /A few moments of driving, the exhaust on the bike started to sputter. Making louder noises than its already making. Hearing more walker groans in the slight distance, she turned the bike off, and looked around. The walkers started to come into view. The sound of gunshots echoed as the walkers started to fall. After a minute or two of watching the walkers go down from several shots, a quiet group of people emerged. It wasn't much, but they looked well-armed and dangerous. One that seemed to be the leader of the group stepped /"You're welcome." He said. He was tall, with red hair and seemed to wear a outdoors camouflage hunting net over his clothing.
"Oh.. Thank you." Glory thanked, turning back to her bike, not thinking much of it.
"Oh, hah, you think we saved you for no reason? You've gotten me and my friends mistaken." The man said. He seemed a bit cocky, yet who wouldn't? A well-armed man with a large group would have no trouble being cocky, much more being able to actually go through with his actions. She felt two group members as they grabbed her shoulders and the leader struck her with what looked like a club or bat of some sort. She had gone unconscious for a while. When she woke up, she didn't open her eyes or sit up immediately, in case there was someone else around that wasn't friendly. She felt cold asphalt under her, so she wasn't laying where she was before. They must have brought her here. Sitting up, she opened her eyes. Shocking enough, she was in a cell. It was quiet. There was ivy along the walls showing that this place was abandoned for awhile. With a huff of breath she stood, walking towards her cell door trying to open it. It was locked. With nothing else to do, she sat on her bed and glanced through the bars, and looked at the cells across from hers. They were all empty, accept two. One had a walker in it, while another had a guy in it. He was about her age, maybe a small-bit older. He sat on his own bed without a care in the world. She couldn't see him well, so she couldn't tell much of what he looked like from her angle, and he was too far away to talk to. The only other thing Glory could think about was her own wife. Glory prayed that her wife had found a group that would keep her safe, considering Glory probably wouldn't be around as long as she thought. The silence was interrupted by the clicking of boots on the floor, as someone walked towards Glory's cell. Glory looked up, slightly shocked on who was now standing at the bars of her cell.