The walls of Alexandria had never seemed small before. The walls meant safety, and safety meant opportunity. Opportunity to grow and to live. Now, they felt small and inconsequential. The promise of protection seemed to have collapsed in on itself as Georgie stared blankly at Rick's forlorn expression.
"They're…," Georgie swallowed hard. "What happened?"
"We got surrounded by Savoirs," Michonne explained, holding her arms around herself. "Their leader… he lined us all up. He killed Abe first, smashed his head in with a damn bat… then Glenn-,"
"More ibuprofen and NyQuil?" Georgie asked from behind the register of the pharmacy. They had ventured out further than they normally did, but it looked like the place had already been picked clean.
"Anyone gets a little head cold, we're more than ready," Glenn said, tossing a few boxes into his bag.
"Rick finally lets me out of the prison and we don't find squat," Georgie said. The run had proven to be less than ideal, with little to no supplies. Not wanting to go back to the prison empty handed, Georgie threw candy bars from by the registers into her backpack. At least it was something.
"He's just worried about you and Carl," Glenn said. "Grab me a Three Musketeers while you're over there," Glenn said. He hopped over the pharmacy counter, picking through for anything of use.
"Yes, please lump me in with the twelve year old boy, it's really what my self esteem needs," Georgie said with a shrug as she emptied a box of stale nuget bars into her bag.
"Carl's a way better shot than you, so maybe consider yourself lucky."
"Bite me," Georgie laughed, throwing a Reese's Cup at Glenn's head. Fortunately for her ego, it smacked him in the eye.
"Owh, just being honest," Glenn shrugged. "Oh, score." Georgie looked over, smirking at Glenn's find.
"Is it 2002?" Georgie asked, taking the portable CD player from him, looking it over. She popped open the top. "'Fleetwood Mac's Greatest Hits'. Well, at least there's that. We could all use more Stevie Nicks."
Glenn grabbed it back, putting it back into his bag. "Whatever. Beth'll like it."
"She'll love it," Georgie agreed. She hopped over the counter to join him. She pulled open a few of the drawers, finding mostly pens and prescriptions that would never get filled. The last drawer she pulled open though only held personal items, she assumed of the person who had owned the pharmacy. A set of spare car keys, a swiss army knife with an inscription, a photo of his family. Georgie pocketed the knife and tried to ignore the family picture. She picked through the rest of the pharmacist's items with a pit in her stomach.
"Hey," Glenn said, grabbing the thick, blue cardboard folder from Georgie. "I used to have one of these. I almost had all fifty states."
He opened it, revealing a map of the United States, all with circular holes in them. Some slots were empty, but most were filled with quarters. Glenn traced his finger along the empty hole that stood for Michigan.
"You miss it?" Georgie asked.
"You ever been to Michigan? There's not much to miss."
"Virginia is the same," Georgie said. She poked Virginia's empty slot, but Glenn knew that the coin's absence wasn't what she meant.
"Guess everyone's home is boring when it's theirs," Glenn said.
"What were you even doing in Georgia?" Georgie asked. "I mean I know, delivering pizzas, but I'm almost positive there's a Domino's in Michigan."
"Everyone I knew from high school stayed in the same town we grew up and I didn't want to," Glenn said. "So I picked somewhere where I wouldn't know anyone. I was about a semester short of graduating, and decided I had no idea what I wanted to do so I dropped out and avoided all my mom's calls so she wouldn't murder me when she found out."
"Did she ever find out?"
"Oh yeah, I think she actually lost her voice yelling at me," Glenn laughed. "What about you? Did you just come to Georgia for the irony?"
"Self fulfilling prophecy, actually," Georgie said. "My mom was from Atlanta, that's why I'm named Georgia. Of course, I didn't realize what a mistake I'd made until I heard the same 'Georgia in Georgia' joke twenty different times."
Glenn laughed slightly. "You didn't know Maggie when you came back to the farm with her, did you?"
"Not really," Georgie said. "She was my resident advisor at GSU. I had barely talked to her. She was just making sure everyone got out safe when she ran into me."
"Lori hit me with her car. She wasn't going fast enough to actually hurt me or anything, but she felt so bad she took me back to her camp. Before that, I was just running around by myself for a week or so. Probably would've died a month into this whole thing if she hadn't brought me in." Glenn said. "Everyone else started this thing with someone they knew. You and me were strangers to everyone."
"I guess we're lucky their southern hospitality won out," Georgie said with a slight smirk. Glenn ruffled her hair making her elbow him playfully. She knew he had two younger sisters, one about her age, who he wouldn't say much about, but she figured she must remind him of them.
"I guess we can't really say Georgia's all that boring now."
Rick placed his hand on Michonne's shoulder, shaking his head. "This guy...this Negan. He's worse than we thought. More dangerous."
"I thought he just wanted our stuff?" Georgie asked. "Why would he-,"
"We owe him half of all of what's ours," Rick said. "I don't know if he just means supplies or people or what, but he's already taken Daryl. When he comes, you and Judith, you hide."
"What do you mean, we hide?" Georgie asked. "I know I'm not as good of a fighter as Daryl but you say it all the time, people are our best resource. I'm better than nothing at least."
"We don't know what he's taking these people for, Georgie," Michonne said. "He already knows about everyone we had with us last night, about Carl. We can at least keep you safe."