Here's chapter two, for anyone who is interested. I have chapters three and four written out; I'll type them up and edit them, and hopefully I'll get them uploaded soon. In the meantime, please feel free to review! Thanks to anyone who has read this story. I still don't own The Walking Dead.

Carl and Glenn

"Come on!" Glenn shouted, grabbing me by the elbow and pulling me roughly in the direction of the farm. The house was not visible through the thick layer of trees. "Come on! We've got to get out of here, now!"

A dozen Walkers had surrounded us, trapping us on all sides as they snarled and growled, closing in steadily as they tried to get at the only food they could find: two stupid humans, lost out in the woods.

If we were with the group, a dozen Walkers would be no problem at all. Dad and Shane could each take out four walkers in half as many seconds, and between Glenn, Dale, and Andrea, the other Walkers would be put down just as quickly. Unfortunately, we weren't with the group.

It's your fault, you know, the thought popped into my mind, and I quickly shut it down. I would deal with the guilt later. If there was a later.

"We've got to kill them!" I informed Glenn, wondering when I had started sounding so bossy. I reached under my shirt, feeling for the pocketknife that I kept tucked into the waistband of my pants (well hidden from Mom, and Dad, too, for that matter), but it wasn't there. I must have dropped it.

"No, really?" Glenn snapped sarcastically, reminding me why I didn't like him very much. Everyone else thought he was great, but I really couldn't see what was so special about him. I'd never seen him take an active role in killing Walkers before; I'd never really seen him contribute anything to the group at all, actually.

That's because you're too busy watching Shane and trying to get into the action yourself, I admitted, pulling my thoughts back into focus as the Walkers rapidly closed in. Panicking, I turned on the spot, eyes locking on the nearest threat. I desperately wished I had my knife.

"Glenn, what do we do?" I asked, sounding like a terrified little boy… and not wanting to admit to myself that that's exactly what I was.

Glenn was already looking around, trying to find a nonexistent escape. I watched as he tried to formulate a plan. Suddenly his hand was once again at my elbow, tugging me forward. I wanted to resist, but I hadn't been able to come up with any ideas myself, so I prayed to God that Glenn knew what he was doing.

"Run as fast as you can," he told me. I immediately broke into a sprint in the direction he pointed, and beside me he did the same. I'd seen Glenn run before, and although I never cared much for him, I had to admit that he was quite fast. He'd be able to outrun me with absolutely no trouble whatsoever, like a horse can outrun a field mouse. It surprised me, therefore, when Glenn stuck by my side.

"What are you doing?" I asked, already breathless. The Walkers quickly pursued us, and I knew that we were still too deep in the woods to reach the house safely. I thought about calling for help, but even as scared as I was, I knew that any stray Walkers would hear my shout and would come to feed.

Glenn didn't answer. When we were a fair distance away from the zombies – those suckers just didn't know when to give up – Glenn caught me off guard by grabbing me roughly around the waist. Before I could shout out or fight back I was being lifted off the ground. With more strength than I'd ever thought Glenn possessed, he'd hoisted me into a tree. I pulled myself up onto a branch just out of his reach, knowing that if Glenn couldn't reach me, neither could the Walkers.

"Stay there," he told me, and I felt a rush of panic – he wasn't just going to leave me here to die, was he? Clearly Glenn read this thought in my face, because although the Walkers were by now almost within grabbing distance, he hurried to tell me, "I'll be back. Stay here and keep your legs up. Do NOT let them touch you, Carl." With that he began to run.

"Glenn!" I shouted.

"I'll be right back!" he called over his shoulder. "Trust me!"

And then the Walkers were swarming the base of the tree, and their growls were becoming more and more angry when they tried and failed to reach me. I watched Glenn as he disappeared through the trees, wondering if he was really going to leave me to die. He'd told me to trust him, but how could I do that? I didn't know the man; I didn't even like him!

Walkers can't think. I knew that, yet, when one of the Walkers grabbed at a tree branch as if to pull himself up and climb after me, I panicked. With a shout I tried to climb to the next highest branch, but I lost my balance and almost fell. My right leg slipped down and a Walker grabbed my shoe, causing it to fall to the ground. It was ignored.

"Ahh!" I screamed, an involuntary response to the situation. I frantically pulled my leg upwards, trying to regain my balance and perch on the tree branch. I was pretty sure that this was it; I was going to die, one way or the other. The Walkers, being able to smell fresh meat, would not give up, and either they were going to eat me or I was going to fall and break my neck.

Glenn promised he'd be back, I reminded myself, forcing myself to calm down. The Walkers could not climb the tree and they couldn't reach me unless I let myself slip again. I would be fine.Just trust Glenn, I prompted myself.Just trust Glenn. He said he'd be back, and he will.

Sure enough, Glenn came charging back into sight at that moment. He was the fastest in the group, but Shane and Dad appeared behind him. All three were wielding weapons, and I could tell from Shane's lack of shoes and Dad's missing gun holster that Glenn had caught them off guard, prompting them to drop everything and run to my rescue.

Glenn reached the base of the tree, axe already in mid-swing. The Walker that had ripped off my sneaker lost its head half a second later.

It didn't take long for the Walkers to be taken care of. The tree trunk, as well as my dropped sneaker, were splattered with blood. Glenn wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand, quickly checking the monsters to ensure that they were all eliminated. Dad pulled himself up into the tree and helped me to the ground.

"Carl, you okay?" he asked, worried, as Shane wiped the blood off my sneaker. "You didn't get bit? Scratched?"

"No," I said, letting Dad check my body for marks.

"Son, what were you doing out here, anyway?" Dad asked, suddenly sounding angry. I frowned, glancing at Glenn, before deciding that honesty was the best way to go.

"I was mad at you and Mom for not letting me carry a gun," I admitted. "I came out here to try and find some Walkers. I wanted to prove to you that I can take care of myself." Here I paused, realizing now what a mess I'd made of things. "Only, instead of finding one Walker, I found a dozen."

Shane's eyes widened.

"You mean to tell me, Carl, that you came out here all by yourself, with no weapons, for the purpose of proving that you're capable of killing Walkers?" he asked. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"No!" I protested. "I had a knife! I always carry one." The words were out of my mouth before I realized exactly what I was admitting to, and the trouble I would now be in. Sighing, I decided that I might as well finish. "I dropped the knife at some point. I was being stupid, Dad. Glenn saw me go into the woods. He dropped everything and followed me. He saw that I was about to provoke the pack of Walkers and tried to stop me. He told me why he had followed me. We were going to leave then, to go back to the farm, but I stepped on a stick. It broke, and the noise was loud enough to catch the attention of the Walkers. Glenn's quick thinking is the only reason that I'm still alive right now."

I swallowed, feeling guilty as I said this, remembering that only moments before I had been thinking of how much I disliked Glenn. Dad looked over at the man who had saved my life.

"Is this true, Glenn?" He asked.

"It's true," Glenn affirmed, looking nervous. Dad and Shane exchanged a look, and then they both clapped Glenn on the shoulder.

"Thank you for saving my son," Dad said, giving Glenn a small smile. Shane handed me my shoe and we began to make our way back to Hershel's farm. I caught Glenn looking at me and wondered what he was thinking. Did he dislike me as much as I disliked him? Neither one of us had ever gone out of the way to get to know the other, and I was sure that this wouldn't change now. Still, I felt just a little bit better about the apocalypse situation, knowing that I had someone like Glenn to watch my back. I vowed that I would return the favor from now on.

That's the end of chapter two.

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