He'd been appreciative of the rain, at first. It brought back certain moments that he'd lived with his extended family; with his wife. A moment of pure hope when things had been so very dire. It didn't have that exact feeling, but one couldn't help how they'd relate things in their head. At least, most of the time. Regardless, that initial feeling had dissipated sometime near the end of the second day; the sense of hope having dwindled to a curiosity of 'when would it stop already?' It was what it was, of course.
And then the crashes came. They all knew by then that they'd have people in them; maybe some of their own. It was always possible. Frightening as it was. So, Glenn set out in the weather towards the touchdown point; hoping that this time, there wasn't a large number of deaths like the last one. Being glad that Maggie or any of the rest of their family had not been in the party of the deceased. It would have been too much, otherwise. He didn't even let himself process those thoughts in full; he kept telling himself that she was still home, safe behind the walls. Even if she didn't know where the hell he'd gone, it'd be okay. She'd keep going.
He saw the shape of the pod before he noticed it was a one person ride, or before it registered with him. And he saw movement; his steps taking him in closer, only stopping to dispatch a walker as swiftly as he could. Seeing the rest of them coming in, knowing that the passenger of the pod would be in a lot of danger - and there he was, putting himself in the thick of it, too. It was what it was, they had to help each other.
And then, he heard his name. Her voice. His heart dropped, then rose again. Not sure if he should laugh because of joy or scream because he didn't want her dropped in this place. But, she was there. She was alive. And he would get her to what they were calling home.
"Maggie!" Was his call in return, not thinking to switch his earpiece on so Daryl would know. He wasn't thinking of anything but her then. Making his way to her as fast as he could.
HEY YOU!!!! <333
And then the crashes came. They all knew by then that they'd have people in them; maybe some of their own. It was always possible. Frightening as it was. So, Glenn set out in the weather towards the touchdown point; hoping that this time, there wasn't a large number of deaths like the last one. Being glad that Maggie or any of the rest of their family had not been in the party of the deceased. It would have been too much, otherwise. He didn't even let himself process those thoughts in full; he kept telling himself that she was still home, safe behind the walls. Even if she didn't know where the hell he'd gone, it'd be okay. She'd keep going.
He saw the shape of the pod before he noticed it was a one person ride, or before it registered with him. And he saw movement; his steps taking him in closer, only stopping to dispatch a walker as swiftly as he could. Seeing the rest of them coming in, knowing that the passenger of the pod would be in a lot of danger - and there he was, putting himself in the thick of it, too. It was what it was, they had to help each other.
And then, he heard his name. Her voice. His heart dropped, then rose again. Not sure if he should laugh because of joy or scream because he didn't want her dropped in this place. But, she was there. She was alive. And he would get her to what they were calling home.
"Maggie!" Was his call in return, not thinking to switch his earpiece on so Daryl would know. He wasn't thinking of anything but her then. Making his way to her as fast as he could.