Chapter Four – Seeing Things

Night had fallen. All the Atlanta survivors were asleep, except for Dale and Jim who were standing guard on the RV. Glenn had been asleep on the pull-out couch ever since he and Daryl got back from the supply run, waking only once for a drink of water. Though he was asleep, he was almost restless as his stomach ache and fever were getting worse by the second. He'd always hated getting sick, the main reason? Fevers always made him have bad dreams and hallucinations. He decided to kick off the blanket Dale had given him in a vain attempt to get cooler, but all it did was make his legs ache even more. Being laid down for the majority of the day had caused his back to feel numb so he decided to try and sit up for a while. As he pushed himself into a sitting position, he let out a slight yelp as pain shot through both his arms; he then adjusted his pillow to make himself a bit more comfortable. Leaning his head against the walls of the RV, his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and as they did, he could swear that he saw someone standing a few feet away from him. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head.

"It's nothing…" he said to himself as he continued to rub his eyes "I'm just seeing things."

He looked back to where he saw the shadowy figure, and there was nothing there. Breathing a sigh of relief, he lowered himself back down and rested his head on the old pillow. He rested on his side facing away from the wall when suddenly, he glanced up at a Walker that was standing inches from his face, its rotting flesh hanging from its rancid old bones, and it's brown, decrepit teeth snapping and snarling at him. Glenn let out a terrified scream as the un-dead creature lunged at him, pinning him to the bed. Trying desperately to keep it away from him, he used his arms and legs to attempt to push it away, all the time screaming and pleading for help.

"HELP! OH GOD! DALE! IT'S A WALKER!" he screamed

The pain in his arms became too great, he released his grip on the corpse which caused it to fall on him. Glenn let out a blood-curdling scream as the Walker bit into his shoulder, ripping out a huge chunk of flesh.

Back outside, Glenn's screaming woke everyone in the camp. Rick and Shane burst out of their tents, grabbed their guns and bolted towards the RV as fast as they could. Dale was the first into the RV and he was greeted with the sight of Glenn violently kicking and screaming, there was no walker in sight.

"IT BIT ME!" cried Glenn

Dale rushed towards him and noticed that he wasn't fully awake. Rick and Shane clambered through the RV to where Glenn was. With all the noise he was making, they were terrified that it would attract any nearby walker which would surely bring devastation to the group.

"Shh! Glenn!" panicked Dale as he tried to shake him awake "You're okay! You've got to be quiet!"

His words were having little effect; Glenn was in an almost trance-like state and wasn't showing any signs of letting up soon. Rick went to sit on the end of the couch and joined the attempt.

"Glenn!" he said in a hushed but clearly panicked tone "You're scaring people now; you've got to shut up!"

"OH GOD! IT BIT ME!" Glenn carried on

Without any warning, Rick slapped Glenn harshly across the cheek, and thankfully, it brought him out of his nightmare. Once he was fully awake, he found himself feeling weaker than ever. Struggling to breathe he looked over to Dale and Rick who both looked incredibly worried. Tears began spilling out of his eyes as he could no longer control his emotions.

"I-It b-bit me!" he sobbed "I'm gonna die!"

"No you're not!" Rick reassured him as he leaned towards Glenn. He helped Dale lift the young man's shirt over his head, revealing that there was no bite. "You see? You're okay!"

"You just had a nightmare, is all…" sighed Dale as he rubbed his hand in circles on Glenn's back. He could feel that he was trembling violently.

"Here drink this." Added Shane, who had gone and got a small glass of water.

Glenn took the water and took a long, hard drink but as soon as the fluid hit his stomach, he could feel it coming right back up again. He signalled for Dale to pass him the plastic bucket that was on the bedside table, which he then vomited into.

"That's it. Let it out!" smiled Rick as he gently patted his back "Sorry I slapped you, but you know why I did it, right?"

As soon as he felt his stomach easing up a little, Glenn rested his back against the pillows once more, sighing with relief and nodding in response to Rick's question. He wanted to apologise for all the noise but he could hardly find the strength to speak.

"You alright now?" Dale asked him

Once again, Glenn simply nodded.

"I'll go out and let the others know it was a false alarm." Said Rick, signalling for Shane to come with him. "You okay here Dale?"

"Yeah." Dale smiled "I'll stay with him for a while."

The other survivors had gathered around the RV, all in a blind panic wondering what was going on. Rick and Shane emerged from inside, which made everyone feel a little calmer.

"It's alright folks, there's no danger go on back to bed!" declared Shane as he walked towards Lori and Carl.

"What's going on?" Lori asked

"Glenn's fever's getting' worse." Rick answered her "He hallucinated and thought a Walker bit him."

"Is he okay?" Carl asked "Can't we go see him?"

"He'll be fine, bud. I don't think it'd be a wise idea, you might catch whatever he's got."

"Carl, why don't you go back to the tent with your Daddy, I'm gonna go in there and see if Dale wants me to get anything for him." Said Lori.

Carl nodded in agreement as he followed Rick back to their tent. As they walked to the tent, Rick noticed Ed standing cross-armed and staring dead at him, almost laughing.

"Got something to say, Ed?"

"Told you he was a danger!" sneered Ed "I bet every biter within a five-block-radius heard all the racket! Yep, they'll be on their way right now to chew our faces off."

Hurrying Carl into the tent, Rick was about to lose his patience, but he felt that he'd best stay calm in order to prevent any more panic.

Dale was still sat next to Glenn. He tried to lay him back down but Glenn stopped himself.

"No, don't." he said shakily "If I fall asleep again, I might…see something else."

"You need to rest, Glenn." Sighed Dale "You won't get better if you don't"

"I'm not putting the camp at risk again!" Glenn argued whilst fighting back more tears.

Just then, Lori walked in. She looked over at Glenn and was taken back at how weak he looked. She knew he was ill but she had no idea that it was this bad.

"You okay?" she asked him

"Never better." He scoffed whilst shaking his head slightly.

"Hey Dale, why don't you get some sleep. You've been standing guard all night and T-Dog said he'll take over." She smiled

Dale shook his head.

"No thanks Lori." He smiled "I'd better stay in case he needs anything."

"No it's okay, you go I'll stay with him." She said whilst glancing over to Glenn "That okay with you?"

"She's right." Glenn whimpered "You're the one who needs to rest."

Though he felt guilty leaving Glenn in this condition, he nodded in agreement and left the room. Lori smiled at Glenn and went to sit at the side of him where Dale had been sitting. The motherly instinct in her compelled her to look after him, the way she would if Carl was ill. She moved his hair off of his sweat-drenched forehead and smiled sympathetically at him.

"You want me to get you anything?" she asked

"No, it's okay. Thanks though." He smiled weakly back at her.

Lori could see that he was exhausted. His pupils were heavily dilated, turning his brown eyes into almost, solid black. She could see that he was still trembling with fear and anxiety.

"You should get some sleep."

"No!" he insisted "I already told Dale, I'm not risking me freaking out again."

"You've got to sleep, sweetie." She sighed as she helped him to lay back down. She grabbed the blanket and tucked him in once again. "This sort of thing happen often when you're sick?"

He took a deep breath.

"Almost every time I get a fever…" he sighed "Last time this happened I was about 18 or 19 I think, my Mom, she had to physically hold me down because I was moving so much she thought I was gonna break my bed!"

They both giggled a little but Glenn's weak smile soon turned into a pitiful frown.

"Before I moved into my own place, my Mom told me to call her if I ever got a bad fever, in case I hallucinated at all…I guess I won't be able to call her now, will I?"

As he spoke, Lori could see that he was about to burst into tears. She shifted a little closer to him, allowing him to rest his head on her side. He began to sob softly as Lori caressed his cheek lightly with her finger.

"Ssh." She soothed "It's alright, Glenn. We're you're family now. We'll take care of you okay?"

He felt ridiculous. He was a 22 year old grown man and he was crying for his Mom? Lori had her own son to take care of, she didn't have to be taking care of him. She should be with Carl and Rick.

"Now come on, you." She smiled "Get some rest. We'll see how you are in the morning."

"I can't. I might see something and start screaming again and-"

"I'm gonna stay with you a while okay, and Dale isn't sleeping too far away, if you need anything we're right here."

Too tired to fight it anymore, Glenn cautiously closed his eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HOLY CRAP ITS ALMOST 4am! O_O I kinda based this chapter on what I'm like when I get a fever. I suffer horrid hallucinations and yeah, its pretty terrifying -_- Poor Glenn! :( But I gotta admit…I kinda like writing these angst-themed fanfics :P I'm a horrible person :P The next Chapter will be up really soon so please leave me a nice review and I'll upload the new chapter really soon! LOVE YOU GUYS!

PS. Have you any idea how hard it is for me to type "Mom" instead of "Mum" :P Curse my British-ness! :P