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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

"-̭̫̜̩̪̑̈́̓̌̐-̞͓̘̩͖̿́͒͑͘░͙͈̥̦̼̌̊̒̾̅░̨̢̠͙̖̉͊̽͌͝░̫͔͎̤̘̀̑͋͛̾ȩ̨̬̙͛̐̋̀̕͜m̻̬͈̠͒̌͌̍͌͜ ̡̲͈̙̼̽̾͆̊̃f̖̟͉̲̪̈́̾̀̂̀ą̢̯̘̙́̇͑̈̋i̪̱̙̘̟͌́̄̊͘ļ̢̛̲͕̣͐̎̿͛u͕̣̥̘̳̓̃͗͠͝r͉̠̗͖̰̉̅͗̚͘ę̛̺̥̝̘̄͑̌̈́.̣̫͕̰̭̓͂̈́̓͊ ̟̗͔̟͋̿̒̚̚ͅA̠̫̬̼̣̒̇͛́̊l̫̬͎̤͈͑̀͂̐̆ë̡̧̝̺͖́̍̂͂͝r͙͍̱̫͕̆͊̾͐̕ţ͙̻̣̝͒́̄̈́͆!͕̫͓͉̹̌̍̽̂̓ ̧̛̲͎͖̳̌̆̾̏░͖̲̞̼̹̇̄̌̈́̊░̡͍͎͍̘̇̈́̕͝░̪͚̼̦̃̋͊̆͜͠è̛̞̬͙̠̖̊͌̂m͖̝̟̗̣̽̄̐̚͠ ̛̹̯͈̮̼̈́͊͌͠f̧̰̖͋̊̈̊̑͜͜ą̨͚͎̹̀̎̑͋́i̞̬͓̭̳̎́̓͘͠l̢͈̲͇͕̈́̆̐̌̈́ư̰̞͚̻̺̔͑̓̑ṛ͎̯͚̇̔̾̔̏͜ę̛̻̼̭͊͆̕͜͝.̯̖̫̣͔̔̋̔̽͠ ̺̼̟̲͌́͒̔̅ͅĄ̹̝̖̺̂̇̽̒͊ĺ̛̺̰̰̤͎̾͗͝e̛̗̭̻͕̹̓̔͆̆r̢̛͙͖̘̻̈̚̚͘t̰̲̠̖̻̉͂̆̓̇!̬̞̟͉̺̂͆̊͑͐"

You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything...

You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash.

You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable.

Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go.

"W̞͓̝͓̓̀̍̒͘͜ȃ̢̗̪̤͇̔̃̚͝░̟͙̯̳̱̈͂̈́̈́͠n̬̘̬̤̠͛̅̈́͋͝i͓̟͈͎͙̐̆̈́̔̓n̡̟̤̟̤̑͐͋͐̚g̩̱͖͉̻͌͛̈͆̈́!̧̪̰͇̦̓̂̆̌͝ ̢͔̣̠̗̾̉́̌̒C̢̥̟͍͊͊͑̀̚ͅr̛͙̪̙̟͐̽̓̅͜i̫͖̻̣̘̽̑͂̾̎t̩͇̦̬̞͊̌̑̈́͝i̡̳̠̞̐̿̍̎̀͜c̡͕͙͕͕̓̊̌̾͘å̼̯͍̙̲̍̏̚͝l̢̥͉̮̙̋̆͐̆́ ̢̰̞͕̯̋̈́̈́̋͌f͇͔̟̻̈̽͌̒̉ͅa̳̰̠͉͔͒̑̈̈͘i̟̭̦̺͎̍̾̽̈́̐░͕̣̥̭͛̿̓̽̐ͅ░̰̪̠͇͍̆͛̀͝͝░̘̱̩̳̘͆̈́̆̀̚e̛̻͈̳̳̺̊̔̚̕.͙̟̳̼̾̀̅͊͊ͅ"

With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry.

[MOD NOTES: TDM threads may be used as game canon.]

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The world felt like it was spinning; not a good sensation. The last thing he remembered? Nicholas. The very pointed want for revenge washing through his senses; the tug at his soul, put a bullet in him and end it. Just like he wanted to do to you, because you know him. You see through him, and you are looking at some semblance of yourself... Do it. The struggle had been brutal, but in the end? In the end, he'd been unable to. Was it pity? Was it that understanding that owned him in the second? That sense of seeing a possibility of self in the mirror-being of a coward? That isn't me. I'm not him, and I never would have been... Maybe it was just empathy then, if not that reflection? He wasn't sure. All Glenn knew was that he'd not pulled the trigger.

And then, he was here. Wherever here was. Not the world he knew; or at least, if it was in the world he knew. It was a far cry from the woods of Alexandria. For starters, he was in a seat, and there was so much technology that a part of his soul did a back-flip for joy - until he recognized the fact that he was in dire circumstances. Surprise, Glenn. First thing was first; get out of the straps, see if anything could be salvaged, and then see if anyone else needed help. There were empty seats around him, though some were filled with the obviously dead... And the unconscious.

And if he was here, and there were other people were here? Was Maggie here?

"Maggie?!" He got himself out of the straps, was shuffling under the seats for the backpack he felt against his leg - and looking around frantically as soon as he could move more freely. Glenn called for his wife again; the panic in his voice something he couldn't help. He didn't see her. Was she outside? Was she alive? Was she here?

Edited 2016-02-05 05:35 (UTC)

Maggie?

Daryl's head snapped up and the backpack he'd dragged out of the tangled mess of the crashed ship dropped from his fingers. He knew that voice. He knew the panic in it. The fear. It was the same emotions that thrummed through his own bones, the ones he didn't want to telegraph.

Daryl had checked most of the ship by that point, but he hadn't finished his check. Too many broken struts were in the way for him to do it all in one go. But he had a reason to push on through now. A reason to go faster and ignore what caution he'd been taking. He had people to get to.

"Glenn!" he barked as he climbed in the carrier at the other end from his friend, body silhouetted by the sunlight beating down on the crash site.

He was still looking; over faces, hope running high in his heart. He'd lost her once, and found her - why wouldn't he find her again? His mind ran over the past, seeing it all in flashes which were fully understood if only half-seen by his mind's eye. Things he'd remember forever. Still, she wasn't there. That he could see. A whisper of her name fell from his lips, and he went to turn away from those he didn't recognize - before compassion stopped him and he went to try to free one of the unconscious people from where they were strapped in.

And then, he was startled to hear his name. Daryl. He'd know that voice anywhere. Glenn's heart raised in joy from the pit of his stomach, tears coming to his eyes because he wasn't alone, and one of the people he loved most in the world - had been with the longest, even longer than Maggie - was there with him. He didn't shed those tears, of course; he wiped them away with the back of his hand and sniffled in the emotions before answering.

"Daryl!" He called back to his friend. Heart steadied; he managed to keep the depth of it all under wraps; even if there was a small shake in his voice. "I'm over here!" Glenn was then centering his attention on the man he'd unstrapped, wondering if he should pour some water on the guy's face or just... He didn't want to leave him. That wouldn't be right, not after already taking the first steps of helping him free.

Daryl moved through the space to the darkened set of seats Glenn had been hidden in. He had to duck a bar and some sparking wires he'd been avoiding taking. But then he was there and it was Glenn. Whole, alive, a bit worse for wear, but Glenn all the same.

Daryl grabbed him by the arm and pulled him in for a psudo-hug where Glenn's shoulder ended up somewhere in the middle of his chest and Daryl's forehead ended up knocking into the side of Glenn's head. He released his friend quick, but let his hand settle and linger on that same shoulder for another moment while he spoke.

"Leave him," he ordered, voice raw, but relieved. "He's safe enough in here for now and it's gonna be hell getting past that strut. We can check on him later, see if he's come around."

He felt himself getting pulled in to Daryl a few minutes later, a grin on his face despite the sudden flash of pain creeping through his nerves. They'd patched him up - whoever had taken them from Alexandria - but they'd not done anything to prevent him from feeling the effects of his injuries. He was glad they weren't worse. Still, the sound he let out at the contact with Daryl was one that signaled joy.

The older man's words had him nodding his head after a moment; eyes surveying exactly what Daryl was pointing out to him. Giving him the facts of the matter, even while he hoped that the one he was told to leave for the time would be alright. Glenn gave another glance to the unconscious man; licking his lips as tension rode through him for a second. "No one's turned?" Because there was no evidence of it, that he could see. There wasn't any half-eaten people, just the unconscious and the gone. Then, he wasn't sure how long some of the dead had been thus; still, Daryl wasn't in a rush to make certain. That told him a lot. He let his gaze move from the one he'd freed to Daryl, knowing he wouldn't lead him wrong. His eyes locked on to his friend's gaze.

"Have you seen anyone else? Maggie, Rick, Carl, Michonne? Carol?" So many other names he wanted to list; but he was certain that Daryl would tell him if he'd come across any of those they both cared for. There were a lot of other questions which wanted to flood from him, but he kept to basics so he wouldn't go in to panic mode. That wouldn't serve either of them well. As he'd asked, he'd been holding on to Daryl's arm; glad for the contact that steadied him. Glenn was thrown more for a loop than he really wanted to let on.

"Took care of the dead 'fore they could," Daryl dropped his hand from Glenn's shoulder and to the length of twisted metal caked with dried blood that he'd stuck in one of the otherwise empty knife sheaths he still had. He'd been left with everything on him except his weapons. Same as Glenn was. Probably. Daryl didn't know what all Glenn had on him when he was taken, but if it was around the same time as him, then at least one knife and his gun. Maybe more.

"You're the first of us I've seen," he continued, this time his hand patted his friend on the stomach as he turned to lead the way out. "Found a few others I think could be ours, though. Good people, smart. Ain't been through what we have, but they're capable."

He ducked under the strut, then held the sparking wires out of the way as best he could with one arm so Glenn could follow, "Already grabbed a few backpacks from them that didn't make it. Keep yours on you, we can stuff extra shit that don't fit on the sled in it."

He gave a nod again, glad that someone had been forward thinking faster than he'd been. Then, Glenn was patting himself down; whoever had patched him up? They'd taken his weapons, too. Daryl's makeshift blade was something he'd have to copy when he got the chance to. "Shit." Was a soft curse, but it didn't carry far or long. Their situation was growing more and more perplexing; still, he followed Daryl after the pat on the stomach came. Listening to the other man as he spoke; trying to get his bearings as he trailed after Daryl and ducked under the lifted wires when they reached them. Glancing around at the space they were in; taking everything in the best that he could.

He'd already slung the backpack he'd picked up over his shoulder, not needing to be told twice on that. So, none of their family had been found yet - outside of the two of them, but if Daryl found people he already thought well of? That was a good sign; another silver lining along the cloud they found themselves under. "Does anyone know what exactly all of this is about, how we got here? Speculations, at least? I don't remember anything..." Not after sitting next to Nicholas, still wondering if he should just end the man.

Daryl shook his head, lips pressed together. No one could remember getting grabbed. Nothing about being put on the transport. But just being where they were and then waking up sore and woozy. He met Glenn's eyes for a moment, then dropped them before murmuring, "Could be spacemen. Met a woman who ain't human."

And yes, Glenn, he knew exactly how that sounded. But he was being serious as he hopped out of the transport and headed back to his pile of supplies. He had five people to account for now, with Glenn. Glenn, though, he knew he could trust to watch out for himself properly.

Once Glenn was on the ground with him, Daryl pulled one of the two remaining knives he'd been given. The one the girl, Rose, found and handed over to him. In turn, Daryl held it out so Glenn could have it. No questions asked. And he had an empty sheath anyway.

That stunned him for a moment; 'spacemen'. He wasn't sure exactly how to react to that at first, but weirder shit had happened. After all, they knew how they'd each felt when the dead had first started to get up and come after the living. Besides, Earth couldn't be the only place that supported life, right? "Spacemen?" He asked; feeling a smile tug at his lips, even as he tried to keep a straight face. "Awesome. Or, well, not awesome, but you know..." The smile was wider then, he was helpless in it. There was also probably a strange sparkle in his eyes, too. "Okay, yeah - pretty bad ass. I didn't think our lives could get any more like a comic, but I guess I was wrong?" Then, before he could help the next thought; "I hope they didn't probe us or anything... I mean, I don't feel probed, but..." And he shut himself up, shaking his head at the hot air which was flying from his lips. It'd been a while since he'd gone on such a nervous tirade, but old habits sometimes could haunt a person.

They were on the ground then, and Glenn took a second to take in their surroundings. "Wow." Was a soft whisper, then he found Daryl pressing the handle of a blade towards him. "Thanks, man." Was the easy smile on his lips, a soft nod of his head to emphasize that gratitude. He tucked the blade in to the sheath; glad to have something at his disposal once again.

Daryl squinted hard at Glenn. Whoever did this to them didn't take their clothes off. Just took their weapons away. Probed. Really, Glenn? Really? Daryl might have had to fight a smile that attempted to tug his lips wide. Resulting in a something of a fish-mouth.

"Uh huh."

Daryl waved at the pile he'd gotten together, "Whoever dropped us, dropped us with boxes of dried foods and water. What people been awake already have grabbed a lot, but there's still too much to haul just one on one. Getting this together so we can haul more for ours off to a camp 'fore night comes. We can send a couple of ours back in the morning to strip whatever's left. There's uh... there's two sets of ruins around. The big one is an old city, surrounded by a wall. 'Bout a day's walk from here. The other's just that way," Daryl pointed off in the direction he'd asked Bucky to scout. "Few hours walk from here by best estimate. Setting up camp there. Looking to find a better spot in the morning."

He saw the want to smile on Daryl's face, but he said no more on it - feeling slightly embarrassed; but also amused with himself. It was probably a ridiculous thought, but one never knew what type of technology they might be dealing with. After all, if no one remembered. Then again, Glenn didn't want to think about what type of people they could be dealing with if they would invent technology which could probe through cloths. Why did his imagination have to get the best of him sometimes? He shook the thoughts, and let Daryl's words sink in.

"I'll come back with the group in the morning." Easy to step up and volunteer for that; it would bring him in close enough to keep looking for Maggie, and it would also serve as a distraction from his worry about her - if she never turned up. Maybe he should be hopeful she wouldn't? If she was safe, that was. Glenn tried to tug his mind away from those thoughts, not wanting them to turn dark. Maggie would be alive, he promised himself, no matter what. She was strong, she'd survive - and he and Daryl would find her if she was there to be found. Still, the possibility of the city ruins sounded interesting; it made him wonder what type of civilization was still around, if any. Were they the only life forms there, those who were just dropped down there?

Daryl would rather have Glenn in the city, because even if the city wasn't one Glenn knew, he was better at orientating in them than Daryl was and doing that whole mapping in his head thing. But he wasn't going to second guess his friend's decision, either. Glenn knew what he was doing and if he wanted to come back in the morning, then that's where he'd be better off. Where his head would be.

He just nodded, "I'll ask Bucky and Athena to check the city. There's lot of game in the area. I'll see about about setting up some traps and doing a little hunting. Knife ain't much, but I can peg a squirrel or five."

The more fresh meat they ate, the longer the non-perishables would last. And unlike the last time the'd been on the road, there was game around to catch. Not just dogs gone feral that they lucked out on having threaten them. Daryl would rather not have to barbecue any of those again any time soon.

He'd nodded his head; eyes going back to the distance for a second. No, he did need to stick around and look for Maggie if he could; if other people were still waking up, or if anyone else came? He wanted to be on hand for as long as he could, when he could - but he couldn't lie and say the city wasn't tempting. Natural curiosity might soon get the better of him, all things considered; he just had to hang on to see if she arrived. And if she didn't? He'd weigh all of that in his mind later, when they knew more about what was going on. It might be a blessing that she wasn't there with them, what with the way they'd just been dropped there. Patched up or not, this didn't feel promising.

As far as hunting was concerned? Glenn's mind was along with Daryl's on the thoughts about the dogs. That wasn't an experience he wanted to repeat, either. "I'm glad to hear that about game, man." Was another soft nod, and a peek of a smile - then he turned to look back at the thing which had brought them to wherever they were. He ran a hand through his hair, making a face at it before he exhaled and glanced back at Daryl. "I'll go back in, get stuff out that hasn't been grabbed; I can probably get to a few places that others might not be able to..." How many times had he proven himself in tight squeezes?

"Just be careful," Daryl waved a hand, this time his tone was firm. Like he was giving an order. Since it wasn't a council situation and Rick wasn't there, Daryl was falling into his role of taking charge without much thought to it. Not that he really expected Glenn to not be careful, but habits died hard. And hell, Glenn could boss him around right back.

"I want us at those ruins by sun down. Don't get yourself stuck trying to get at nothing."

Glenn felt a smile tug at his lips as he was told to be careful, even though Daryl knew he would be. The younger man gave a nod of understanding, happy to have his friend's concern on his safety. "Always." Unless something was blinding him to a situation, but that wasn't where they were right then; he had his head on straight, even if worry was eating at his soul beneath that calm.

"In and if nothing seems worthwhile, out again. Fast. No getting stuck. I got this, Daryl." He stated, before turning away and going back in to the vessel which had carried them to this place.

He waited until Glenn disappeared into the wreck before dropping his head and shoulders and heaving a tired sigh. It was as much relief as it was exhaustion. More on the mental level than physical. The stress of being alone and not knowing what happened to his people was alleviated somewhat just by Glenn being there. Still a lot of unanswered questions, but Daryl no longer felt like he had to shoulder it all alone.

He might be making new people a part of his group, but having someone he already knew and trusted went a long way. Gave him room to breathe. If only for a moment.

He'd have to remember to introduce everyone else to Glenn once they were at the camp for the evening. Make it clear that Glenn was his second and they were to listen to him. Chain of command and all that shit. Bucky would definitely follow it. He was pretty sure on that, the way the man acted. Not so sure about Athena or Captain Star-Spangled, but he could deal with that later.

Newt had been awake for a while, he'd met a shape-shifter - supposedly - he'd helped Tommy with his injury and he was heading back to get them a few more things from the dropship that he'd seen. Food, water - god, he was such a hoarder when it came to water since being in the Scorch. If he had his way he'd never be so dehydrated his lips were cracking, and his throat was so dry it hurt to breathe. Here? it looked like the people didn't want them to dehydrate.

He was just picking up a jug of water when he heard a shout Maggie! It startled him - making him jump a little, spinning around to peer at the Asian making all the racket. "Buggin' calm down, you're gonna give us all a headache." The guy didn't look that old, but Newt wasn't that great at guesstimating ages, all he was used to was the Glade with the other boys his a little over his age and younger. "Breathe and tell me what this Maggie of yours looks like?" Newt didn't really trust adults, but he had a weakness for Asians and still this guy looked young.

"We'll see if we can find her, if ya quit the yellin'. Four eyes, better than two, right?" The once runner squinted, holding the forgotten jug of water to his own chest, pressing a large bag of trail-mix between it.

Because he wanted to see her; had to know if she'd made it there - he was calling for her again. Not that it might do any good, but it felt wrong not to seek her, if she could be found. He wasn't one to give up. I'm a glass half-full kinda guy. That was still something he could say - without any sarcasm at times; even if it was getting considerably more difficult as time went by.

When he was told to calm down by a voice he didn't know, he glanced at the youth with some irritation - but it didn't last long. Instead, he took a breath and looked the seeming kid over. Asking him to describe Maggie, of all things. He could dribble out all the romantic things which lay in his heart, but that wasn't the point of such a question; the guy would want solid truths, not the pictures that love painted in his soul.

"She's about as tall as me; brown hair that's straight and comes to her shoulders. She's got green eyes, and a hell of a smile. Thin, athletic build. She might be calling out for some dumbass named Glenn." He couldn't help the smirk then, knowing she'd be trying to track him down, too. If she were here. What if she wasn't? Where would she be then? Back in Alexandria? Some other place, maybe where he might never find her? No, he couldn't let that enter in his thoughts. He would find her. He would.

If the Glader noticed the agitation, it was ignored, looked past in an attempt to bridge past nerves and suspicion. They didn't know each other, and he sure as hell wasn't acting like WCKD, so he must have been in the same boat as Newt and Thomas. Right, Thomas, was out there waiting for him, well, he could wait longer, as long as the shucky looking shank didn't get it in his head to wander off without Newt. Though, he doubted it, with the way Tommy watched him retreat back into the ship, looking like he was itching to accompany him.

The English teenager nodded slowly, dark brown eyes unblinking for a long moment before he wet his lips. "Glenn, that's you?" It's a logical conclusion, if he's hollering for her and describing her with a 'hell of a smile' he had to be her boyfriend or something. "Okay, if she's here, we'll find her. I haven't seen anyone matchin' that description and I've been awake for a while." Newt hesitated, unsure if he should tell this guy that people were heading out towards the thick of the forest, leaving this place behind to explore... No, that would probably freak him out - he'd save it in case they couldn't find Maggie and Glenn started freaking out again.

"Hey, greenie, how about ya get the torch out of your backpack and we can check the people that guy hasn't pulled out of the ship yet." God, he hoped this Maggie wasn't one of the dead bodies laying around the ship, or left in the seat. With a small annoyed noise, Newt shrugged his backpack off onto one shoulder, letting it settle on one of the empty seats to shove the items he'd previously been holding into it before yanking out his own flashlight.

"Yeah, that's me." He gave a soft nod, and a small smile. "Maggie is my wife." Was the addition after a second; and not so suddenly, he recalled the conversations he'd had prior to this one which were of the same nature. A huff of a sigh puffed out from his lips, and he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck as he stood there; wishing that life would stop throwing such curve balls at him. Finding her, just to lose her again. It was difficult, but he would keep going. He'd never give up.

"Torch?" Was the question which followed; having found himself totally agreeable to everything else the kid was talking about. Sounded like a plan. However, that term just threw Glenn a little bit; until it hit him. Flashlight. He felt stupid for a split second, then flashed a bit of a sheepish grin and waved a hand to let the guy know he'd gotten a clue. He needed to get his head on straight. "Got it, man." He followed up the hand gesture with those words, as he dug in to his backpack for the item he'd been directed to retrieve.

Wife. Woah. Maybe the guy was older than he looked. "Well, Glenn, I'm Newt, and I'm gonna help ya look for her, don't get startled if a shucky lookin' brunet comes in here lookin' for me." Thomas was great at making friends, Newt knew that from witnessing his first day in the Glade. Of course, Newt found him endearing, for the most part. The blond knew about life throwing curveballs though through the glade, the maze, the cranks, WCKD... All of it... He was starting to wonder if it was really worth it anymore again.

Newt's mouth opened as he was getting ready to explain what he meant by torch but Glenn seemed to catch on quick, and he closed it without a word, simply offering the stranger a tired smile. "We can check in here, and if she ain't here we can look outside the ship, there are people out there too." The seventeen year old fell almost deathly quiet for a moment as he readjusted his backpack onto his back, not pleased with how heavy it was now. His flashlight made a click noise as he turned it on, shining it at one of the dead bodies on the ground, luckily it was a guy.

"Can I ask ya what you remember last? Before this?"

"Thanks, Newt. It means a lot to me, man." He gave the other a smile, then tilted his head a little bit at the follow up. "A what lookin' guy?" Because he couldn't place that term, 'shucky'. He shook his head. "I'll look out for a brunet I don't know." Another smile which was more smirk than anything else; because he knew Daryl, and now this young guy. That was it, from all he'd seen so far. He was clutching to hope that more familiar faces would appear, but at the same time? Glenn wasn't sure what was going on, no one did, really - and he didn't want anyone else involved in something that could be from bad to worse. It would be bad enough that he and Daryl had to be there, same for everyone else that had been sent to.. wherever they were.

Glenn had taken the flashlight out then, and had clicked it on as well. For a second, he watched the young man's face - wondering if the guy was okay. The curiosity was soon voiced; concern lacing the words. "You alright, dude?" If he could be of service, he would; especially since this kid seemed helpful himself. A stranger showing concern was a good thing, and he had to return the favor.

"Before this?" He heard himself sigh; and he shook his head lightly, casting his eyes away along the seats that he could see in the beam of the flashlight. More people that had been given a sure-end; supplies taken since they wouldn't be of use to the really-dead anymore. "I do, yeah - but... it isn't anything you want to hear, honestly." Glenn cast the flashlight along the seats; so many were empty, and he was ready to move forward - but only after he knew if the guy didn't need help of his own.

"Shucky. Uglier than a spit-roasted hog," Newt elaborated but there was an odd fondness to his tone that said he didn't mean it, not really, his attention was drawn to another one of the bodies, this time a female, but it wasn't Maggie, this one had dark black hair as far as he could tell.

The sudden question on his own well-being drew the blond's gaze back to Glenn. "Yeah, I'm fine." But that seems to mean a lot more to him than the simplicity of the question. In his world, most people were out for his own skin. This Greenie could very well have fit in as a Glader it seemed. Concern was rare, and it was a good trait in someone, no matter how dangerous it was for that person. Newt wasn't even aware that Glenn was having similar thoughts in regard to his own concern. That's just who Newt was, if he could help, he would or he'd at least try.

"I don't mean the cranks, I mean, gettin' on this ship or where ya were headin'? Were ya in the Scorch?" It was like Newt was a few steps ahead of Glenn, because with his own questions he began walking towards one of the occupied seat, someone with longer hair. But when he turned the light to them, it turned out to be a deceased male. "Do ya remember Wicked gettin' you?" Newt doubts this guy is WCKD, but then, Tommy was apparently WCKD. They apparently hired 'em young.

"I can't remember anything about how I ended up on this place, which isn't bloody surprising with Wicked."

The explanation of the word which confused him made him want to laugh, but he held it back in favor of a small. "I'll keep that in mind." Glenn had picked up the undertone, the fondness there. His flash light fell over the form of a woman, and - no, it wasn't his wife. He let out a breath he'd not realized he'd been holding.

When he was told that his current companion was fine, he'd given a nod and didn't press further. Still, if it came down to it - he would give Newt a hand if he could; he'd keep his eye out for him, too. That's just how it worked. He went back to his inspections of those still in the seat, heart jumping in to his throat now and again when someone seemed a high possibility to be revealed as Maggie. Glenn was torn on his thoughts of finding her there. To see her, know that she was there with him? That would be good. But, if she were safer elsewhere? That would be even better. Her well-being was the most important thing. More important than her being with him. Still, he didn't want to leave her there if she happened to have gotten on the ship - however they did - too.

"Cranks?" He heard himself ask, pulled back to the moment by Newt's words. The confusion was clear on his face. And the more Newt talked, the more that Glenn's expression became mystified. "Hold on, hold on - Wicked? What's that? And no, I just remember... I was in the woods, and then I was here. This is a really far cry from everything for months, man. But, yeah. Dude, what's Wicked, and what's the Scorch?" His flashlight was on the guy he was speaking to, but he wasn't rude with the beam of it. Glenn closed the distance between them, his curiosity showing on his face.

"Cranks, them things that wanna eat ya and tear ya to bits?" What Newt could be explaining could very well be the walkers, his world's Crank's were a lot more similar to walkers than what Thomas remembered. But Newt remembered, he remembered that Crank trying to eat him, drooling all over him, and he remembered what they did to Winston. It made him a little sick to think about it, about the gunshot that he's sure would be etched into his memory as Winston ended his own life to avoid becoming one of those things.

"Wicked? The bloody people I'm sure are in charge of us bein' where-ever the hell this is." The blond paused, keeping his own flashlight aimed at Glenn's chest. "And the Scorch is the place that ya don't shucking go to if ya wanna live. With all the sand." The desert. How did this guy not know about it? It seemed like the Scorch stretched on forever. Then again, Newt barely knew anything of the world. Maybe there were more woods like this guy mentioned.

"Point is, if ya see anything strange lookin' don't give it the chance to eat you and if people claiming to be Wicked try to get you - do yourself a favour and run."

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of course!!! Super excited to see your reserve c:

Awesome :D And aww <3

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