Second chapter up! I had spare time today, even though there's exams next week. I hate studying, so I wrote some more! Please enjoy. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead


Chapter 2

As they walked, Glenn seemed like he was less nervous around Daryl and began bombarded him with a shit-load of questions, oblivious to Daryl's growing temper. How could he not see the scowl on his face and his fist tightening?

"How do you have so many arrows? Don't you ever run out? Can you make more from scratch? What happens when you run out? I think something like a sword would be good in an apocalypse, well, if you could find one. A crossbow has limited ammo, and-"

"Can you shut your trap for one frickin minute? I think I heard something." Daryl hissed. Glenn raised an eyebrow but did as he was told. Daryl crept forward, his ears straining to hear. There was a high-pitched noise in the air, followed by distorted roars.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Daryl said as he bolted towards camp. Glenn limped behind him, his mouth still shut but his Asian eyes growing wide again.

Daryl emerged from the forest and was at the edge of the camp. He froze. Walkers were littered on the floor, guts spilling out and all. He scanned the clearing. Rick and Shane were fighting a group as Lori held a sobbing Carl in her arms. Dale was on top of the R.V, sniping walkers from above. T-Dog and Andrea were protecting Carol and Sophia, who were both crying their eyes out.

A scream behind Daryl made him raise his crossbow. Glenn was wrestling a walker and even though the kid was quick to avoid the snapping jaws, he wasn't strong enough to push it off. Daryl shot it clean through the head. It fell on Glenn, its jaws nearly touching his wrist. Glenn jumped off and kicked the walker away.

"You bit?" Daryl asked as he tore the arrow out of the dead walker's skull.

"No." Glenn's voice was breathy and exhausted. "That's the second time you saved me today. Thanks Daryl."

"No time for that!" Daryl took a knife from his belt and gave it to Glenn. Glenn stared back questioningly.

"Come on dumbass, there's walkers to kill!" Daryl smacks him on the forehead then advanced, shooting walkers like he was on a hunt. Glenn, hesitating, held the knife up and stabbed a walker in the neck. The walker snarled and swung its bitten arm at Glenn. Glenn jumped out of the way, staring at the walker.

"It's the brain! Hit it in the brain!" Daryl yelled, frustrated. He's practically useless now!

Glenn nodded and stepped back as the walker lumbered towards him. With a shaky hand, Glenn thrust his hand forward into the skull of the thing. Daryl heard a 'crack'. Glenn repeated the stabbing until the walker slumped onto the ground, its grey matter s scattered everywhere.

Daryl looked around. All the walkers seemed dead now. He walked over to Glenn. "Nice job kid." He said. Glenn dropped the knife and looked away. He walked away and leaned on a tree. Daryl watched as bended down. Daryl then heard a hacking sound followed by a wet, gushy sound. Daryl rolled his eyes as Glenn came back. "Can't handle the gore kid?"

Glenn wiped his mouth, "I can't believe I did that!" He looked pretty disgusted with himself, wiping the blood and puke from his shirt. "Its brain just, just flew everywhere!"

Daryl smirked, "Man up, you used to do this all the time. I hear one time you were covered in guts and walking the streets full of walkers in Atlanta."

Glenn scrunched up his nose, "I'd never do that!"

"Glenn?"

They both turned to face the group. They were staring at Glenn like he was a soldier back from war. Next thing they knew they were swarmed by all of them, squished up in one big bloody mess.

"Glenn, are you okay? What happened?" Rick asked, pushing everyone away to give him some space.

"And what's with the bandages kid? It ain't a bite, is it?" Shane demanded.

Glenn opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He just looked down and met no one's eyes. Daryl sighed.

"The kids got some sort of amnesia, can't remember a damn thing!" He announced. This caused uproar of questions and exclamations.

"Calm down! How about we let Daryl explain what happened." Rick said in a loud voice, making everyone go quiet. They all looked at Daryl, waiting for an explanation. Daryl sighed again.

"I found his car crashed into a tree. I followed the tracks, led me to a cabin. I took this." He pulled the first-aid kit from his belt and threw it to the ground. "It seems like someone brought Glenn there and patched him out. Funny thing is, I found Glenn alone in the forest, 'bout to be eaten by a walker when I came in and saved his sorry ass."

"Well who helped him?" Lori asked. "And why would they just leave him in the forest?"

"Hell I know, I just found the kid!" Daryl snapped, earning a glare from Shane and Rick. Dale walked over to Glenn, who still wasn't making eye contact with anybody.

"So you really can't remember anything?" Dale asked sadly.

Glenn nodded, "I just woke up in the woods."

"I'm sure we can somehow get Glenn to remember everything again. In the meantime, I guess we'll just have to start over." Rick said warmly. He walked to Glenn and put out his hand. "I'm Rick Grimes." Glenn took his hand and shook it warily.

"I'm Lori Grimes, and this is our son Carl."

"I'm Shane Walsh."

"Dale Horvath."

"I'm Andrea."

"I'm Theodore Douglas, but people call me T-Dog."

"And I'm Carol and this is my daughter Sophia."

Daryl suppressed a snort as the atmosphere got all warm and fuzzy. Their camp was just attacked! We have better things to do then a welcome party!

Glenn however, seemed pretty uncomfortable with all the attention. Sure, he put on a smile, but it seemed forced, like if he didn't then something bad might happen. Eventually, they broke up and Rick began giving out orders.

"Dale can go keep lookout on his R.V as usual. Lori and Carol will keep the kids occupied. Shane, Andrea and T-Dog can start piling up the walkers. Daryl can skin his squirrels and Glenn will be given time to recover."

Everyone agreed and set off. Daryl sat down near the fire pit and took a squirrel. He grabbed a knife and was getting ready to skin it. He noticed how the kids were less active now, particularly the little girl. She was wearing a sweater and was slowly making her way to her mother. Too slowly, like an injured deer. The kids were scared from the attack, Daryl knows that, but it's like something is wrong physically with the girl. And why the hell was she wearing a sweater in the middle of summer?

"Hey Glenn!" Rick called. Daryl snapped out of his thoughts and looked sideways to see Glenn shuffling towards Rick.

"Your tent was destroyed during the attack. Do you mind bunking with Dale in the R.V for the time being?"

"Uh, no thanks." Glenn mumbled. "That Dale guy, he's the old one right? He kind of reminds me of... a pedophile."

It took every bit of self-control for Daryl to not laugh out loud like a hyena.

Ricks eyes grew large and looked at Dale, who was gaping in shock at Glenn's remark. Everyone but the kids and their caretakers (who were off with the kids somewhere) were staring at Glenn like a different person.

"Uh, okay." Rick said, looking away awkwardly, "Then, what about Shane? Can you sleep in his tent?" Rick asked.

Glenn, now self-conscious, whispered. "Shane's too... weird. Whenever I look at him, he's looking at your wife and kid like he wants to jump them." Unfortunately for Glenn, that whisper was loud enough for Shane and Daryl to hear.

As Daryl began to quietly snicker, Shane yelled to Glenn, "You're crazy! I would never do that to my best friend! Rick and I are like brothers!"

Rick put his hand in his head, brushing through his hair. "Well, T-Dogs tent's too small, and you can't share with any of the girls..."

"What about Daryl?"

Daryl looked up. Glenn's face looked hopeful as he stared at Daryl. Rick looked at both of them before saying, "Well, if that's okay with Daryl..."

Daryl thought about it. The kid seems to trust Daryl the most, considering he saved him two times today and the first to have actually met him with his memory loss. While it would be fun to make him sleep with Dale 'The Pedo' or Shane 'The Jumper', Daryl did have some sense of pity and guilt. Besides, Glenn with no memory proved to be quite interesting.

"Fine, he can stay with me."