A/N: Oh, hello! Fancy seeing you here. Sorry for the delay in the second chapter, my dears. Things have been hectic with work, and weddings (why are so many people getting married lately?!), and St. Patrick's Day... and recovering from St. Patrick's Day. Hey! Don't judge me! With a last name like Murphy how can I not celebrate? Besides, it happens to be right after my birthday which made for one hell of an epic weekend. And hangover. Anyway! My daycare is closed for a snow day so I get a lovely treat of writing f or you guys. Enjoy!
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With their backs pressed against the brick wall, Daryl and Glenn strained their ears, listening for any signs of danger. They were on a supply run in Atlanta and so far things had been pretty quiet and easy. Too quiet and easy, in fact. It made Daryl twitchy which, in turn made Glenn nervous. Honestly, who could blame him? Stoic men were never meant to get twitchy. It led to bad news, especially when they had a finger on the trigger of a weapon.
Leaning over slowly, Daryl peeked around the corner of the alley and took a quick stock of the street. He looked back at Glenn and gave a nod for the all clear. Keeping low, the two ran across the debris-covered street and into the next alley.
"Where to?" Daryl whispered, as they crouched behind a dumpster.
Pointing up ahead, Glenn said, "We take a right at that street. The store will be on the left, across the street. Halfway between us and the next block."
With a nod of determination, Daryl led the way. His boots were nearly silent on the pavement as he moved quickly to the mouth of the alleyway. Once again, they pressed their backs to the wall and he peeked around. All clear again. This all felt so very, very wrong.
They slipped out of the alley and made their way down the street. Despite the lack of Walker-Sues, the duo still kept low and took cover behind the shells of cars. They stopped behind a couple of big blue mailboxes. Glenn pointed to the building across from them.
"That's the one," he whispered.
"Let's make this in and out," Daryl hissed back, looking warily around the deserted street. "Got a bad feeling."
Glenn nodded in agreement, copying Daryl and scanning their surroundings. The two moved out again, crossing the street and heading for the corner of the store. No sense in walking right up to the door or right by the windows. Walker-Sues were dumb but they weren't blind and who knew if they happened to be inside the store.
They were almost there. Daryl's boots had stepped up onto the sidewalk. Glenn was hot on his heels. Then, they heard it. The Walker-Sue call. A high pitched, grating squeal rose up and filled the silent streets. Glenn grimaced and covered his ears while Daryl pivoted, looking for the threat.
As he did, he could hear other Walker-Sues taking up the call. Soon, the city street was filled with the answering squeals of delight and the shuffling of feet. Then from around the corner of the intersection, just past their destination, came the enemy.
They were a veritable horde. Glenn's jaw gaped slightly as he looked on. The Sues were a sea of shining blonde, shimmering black, and fiery red hair. They were all either remarkably tall Amazon women or comically short, almost getting lost in the crowd. None of them could be described as fat or even big-boned. Glenn and Daryl only saw lean, muscular females or females so skinny the wind would break them in half. Most were unscathed and clean but the few that were dirty and battle-worn had injuries to severe, the only explanation for them still being able to stand was that they truly were demons.
As the two stood, watching the army of Walker-Sues march towards them, one in the front pointed and yelled, "DARYL!"
The whole horde began to stampede. Daryl's eyes widened. "Run!" he yelled to Glenn. The young Asian didn't need to be told twice.
Together they turned and took off down the street, heading back for the alley they had come from. Glenn reached the alley first and skidded to a halt. They were coming up the alley towards them, cutting off their escape.
"Go back!" Glenn screamed to Daryl, turning and waving the hunter to find another route.
He was too late. The Sues were closing in fast and Daryl was backing away, shooting as many as he could. Before he knew it, Glenn had been slammed into from behind as the Sues came pouring out of the alley like roaches. Glenn fell to the ground among the stampeding feet of hundreds of women. Scrambling, he quickly crawled away, heart pounding and panic threatening to take over.
When he got a few feet away from the stream of women, Glenn stood up and turned to asses the situation. The Walker-Sues had surrounded Daryl and were slowly closing in on the hunter. He had abandoned his crossbow and stood in a defensive position, knife in hand as he circled to attempt to keep them all in sight.
Without hesitation, Glenn began waving his arms. "Hey!" he yelled as loud as he could. "Hey! Over here! Come and get me!"
A few Sues on the edge of the crowd turned to glance at him but quickly returned their attention to Daryl. The rest ignored Glenn completely. The horde pounced on Daryl as one and Glenn could hear the redneck swearing and struggling to be freed.
Glenn's hands slowly came down from where they had frozen mid-wave and folded on top of his red cap. His face registered shock and confusion. Why had the Sues ignored him? Walkers went after anything that moved or made noise. Walker-Sues seemed to pick specific targets...
Then he realized. Daryl, as far as most women were concerned, was much hotter than Glenn. Scoffing, Glenn threw his hands into the air.
Frustrated he said to no one in particular, "Even at the end of the world, nice guys still finish last!"
Poor Glenn get's no love!I decided to put this because the ratio between Daryl/OC and Glenn/OC stories is just astronomical. And as anyone who has actually attempted to search for Glenn/OC stories knows, it's nearly an impossible task. Go ahead, try. You'll come up with about 90 percent Daryl/Glenn stories. I adore Glenn because he's a geek and a total sweetheart (well, now he's kinda badass but in the beginning he was just incredibly sweet) and I have, no lie, one good Glenn story. From forever. And it's pretty short.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. Next I think I'll do as someone suggested and introduce Merle to the Sues. Oh, Merle. I love to hate you, you pervy snake.