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WILDFLOWER; Glenn Rhee [The Walking Dead Fanfiction]
SUMMARY:
She lost everything... her home, her family, every reason to keep going.
Erin has been walking alone ever since her brother disappeared, clinging to the only promise she made: survive.
When the signs of Terminus offer hope, she follows them, only to walk straight into a nightmare.
But fate has a strange way of pulling people together.
The problem? He belongs to someone else.
And Erin refuses to be the reason something beautiful falls apart.
Chapter 1: Erin
Chapter 2: No sanctuary
Chapter 3: How many walkers have you killed?
Chapter 4: help us
Chapter 5: the church
Chapter 6: strangers
Chapter 7: family
Chapter 8: washington
Chapter 9: what lies ahead
Chapter 2: No sanctuary [Glenn Rhee Fanfiction]
The first thing that caught her eye about the place was the kind woman who smiled at her from afar.
She walked toward her, aware of the curious eyes of the others nearby. There were a lot of people. She didn't know if that comforted her or put her on edge. Along the way, she had learned that the living could be far worse than the walkers. Still, something inside her told her she might be wrong this time, and she mentally scolded herself for judging them before knowing who they really were.
"You look like you've come a long way. You must be starving. I'm Mary. Come, I'll get you something to eat." The woman's gentle voice called out as she approached and took Erin's forearm lightly, guiding her to an empty table. "Call Gareth," she whispered to one of the men nearby, who nodded and walked off. Mary returned shortly, setting a plastic plate on the table.
Erin's stomach growled, and her eyes lit up just from the sight of the meat in front of her. She tucked her gun into her belt and rolled up her sleeves, ready to eat.
"What happened?" A new voice made her pause. A man, maybe in his early thirties, walked toward her, looking exhausted and confused. Mary got up and whispered something into his ear, and his expression shifted instantly. "Oh, I see you're settling in quick... Tell me, how long have you been out there?" he asked, taking a seat across from her.
"I lost count... probably two weeks."
"Must've been tough. Don't worry. You'll get to rest once we finish this little talk. You know... it's protocol," he said apologetically. "Did you come alone?"
She nodded. "My brother was with me..." Her throat tightened. "He died a few days ago."
"I'm sorry. We've all lost someone. But sticking together makes it easier. One last thing, do you have any weapons? Sorry, I just need to make sure you're not a threat." He chuckled, and Erin gave a faint smile. A threat? Her?
She carefully placed her revolver on the table. The man examined it, then slid it back to her after a long moment.
"Alright, looks like you're clean. Normally we give new people a tour before they rest, but you look exhausted, so I'll be quick." He paused. "What kind of things have you done... to survive?"
Erin frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I mean... we've all done stuff. Maybe things we regret but had to do. Ever heard about bears?" He continued when her face showed confusion. "When they have no food, mother bears eat their cubs. If the mother dies, the cub dies too. But if the mother survives, she can have another cub. It's nature. Sometimes... you have to be willing to make hard choices."
Her expression tightened, body tensing. God, she hoped she was wrong about what he meant. "W-what?"
"I don't know... just answer me. Would you be willing to do something like that?" His words made her tremble. She looked at the plate again, untouched, suddenly nauseous.
Her instincts kicked in. She reached for her weapon, pointing it at Gareth, then Mary, who had stepped closer.
"You're sick..." she muttered, backing away, gun still raised.
"Whoa... look, calm down. I think there's been a misunderstanding. No one's trying to hurt you, I swear." Gareth said, his voice cautious. But Erin didn't trust them anymore.
"Stay back," she warned. Her voice trembled, her heartbeat deafening her. She wanted to run. Why had she even come here? Why hadn't she checked it was safe first?
More people approached. Most of them armed. She couldn't take them all. Her body shook, waiting for someone to shoot, but no one did. She had no idea what to do. Just one thought:
I can't die.
"I'm sorry. But like I said... sometimes, we have to." Before she could react, something slammed into the back of her head. Her gun hit the ground. Then she did too. Everything went dark.
Gareth nodded to George, the man who had knocked the girl out. He walked over, picked up her weapon.
"You said she wasn't one of them," he accused Mary.
"She wasn't looking for anyone. I'm sure she's not with them."
"I don't want more problems. We've had enough for one day... George, take her to the butcher room. They just brought in groups A and B. She goes with them." George nodded, slinging her backpack over his shoulder and lifting Erin's limp body. Gareth watched them walk off, then rubbed his temples. "I want a guard at every entrance. If anyone else shows up, call me."
[...]
Little by little, sound crept back into her world. Erin stirred, her head pounding. She tried to reach for it but her hands wouldn't move. She tried to sit up, no use.
Her eyes fluttered open, blurry at first. Slowly, the memories returned. Fear gripped her chest.
She tried to move, only to find ropes tied around her wrists and ankles. She tried to scream, but a cloth gag muffled her voice.
"Finally awake," said a voice that sent chills through her spine.
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up, then around.
Several unfamiliar faces stared at her. Eight men knelt beside her in front of a large metal trough. All gagged, all bound like her. Two other men stood nearby, one holding a bat, the other a butcher knife.
"I thought you'd understand... guess it was too sudden. Anyway, what's your name?" Gareth knelt in front of her, removing the gag.
"You're sick..." Erin rasped. Her throat was dry, but rage burned hotter than fear.
Gareth rolled his eyes with a smirk. "Just your name. That's all. We're not monsters. We have a memorial wall, we write down everyone's name. You're helping us, whether you like it or not. It's the least we can do."
"I'm Erin. And I'm telling you this so you know the name of the person who's going to kill you." His smirk didn't waver. He shoved the cloth back in her mouth and stood up. Erin didn't recognize herself in that moment. She was scared, yes... but rage took over. She had made a promise. And she would keep it, to her last breath.
"God, you sound just like Rick. Are you two related?" he joked, glancing toward a man at her left. Erin met his eyes. Rick, Gareth had said. She didn't know him, but there was something in his stare.
"In any case, make sure they're in the dryers by 6."
He left. Erin watched him disappear, until a pair of rough hands grabbed her and lifted her up. She screamed through the gag, her knees scraping the ground.
She was shoved into position in front of the metal container. Her eyes met Rick's again. His stare was unreadable.
Metal clashed behind her, one man sharpening his knife. And then, it started.
The first in line, a blond boy, sobbed, shaking violently. The bat cracked against his neck. He collapsed, and the second man slit his throat.
Then the second. Then the third. Erin stopped looking.
She stared into the bottom of the metal tub, sweat pouring down her face, nausea choking her throat.
They were dying, one by one. And she was next.
"You're going to survive. I know you will. You're stronger than you think, Erin."
Her mind screamed it was the end. Her fear told her there was nothing left to do but wait. Her life flashed before her, memories of her parents, friends, her brother...
They were all dead. She was about to die. Was this how it all ended?
All those sleepless nights... all the hunger, all the loss... Was it for nothing?
"You can't blame me for wanting to save my little sister."
She shut her eyes as the fourth victim's neck cracked under the bat. The smell of blood was overwhelming. The sound of slicing flesh unbearable.
She refused to look. She knew her turn was near.
She closed her eyes tighter... trying to think. Anything.
"Erin's a weird name. But we can't blame Mom. She probably ran out of ideas after naming me something so cool."
"Even if it hurts, Dylan sounds better."
Dylan.
Her mind snapped into place. She looked at her boots. When she felt the knife graze her ankle, she nearly cried with relief.
Her brother's odd habit of hiding a blade in his shoe... she'd listened. Thank God. And thank Terminus for being sloppy.
She bent down, trying not to draw attention, and fished for the blade with her fingers. After several tries, she had it.
"Michael, what were their numbers?" Gareth's voice returned.
"32."
"...I didn't count," said the second man.
"Don't bother cleaning up 'til morning. When you're done, go count." They nodded. Gareth scribbled notes in a small notebook.
Erin nudged Rick with her elbow. He glanced at her, then saw the signal. When he felt the blade in his hand, he knew what to do.
He began cutting his restraints.
"Sun'll be up soon. I want this done before that."
Erin didn't know why she was helping him. Maybe for her own survival. Maybe because she didn't want to watch anyone else die. Not if she could stop it.
"Got it." Gareth turned to leave.
They waited for a signal.
BOOM.
"What the hell was that?" "I don't know," Gareth said, frowning at the sudden explosion nearby. He grabbed his radio. "Michelle? What was that? Michelle?" Silence.
"Should we check it out?"
"No. You stay and finish your job." And he was gone.
Rick rose. Erin knew this was it. Their chance.
Rick lunged, slashing one man's throat. Erin grabbed the bat from the other and smashed his head against a table. He dropped.
They ran, untying the others. Erin helped free the Asian man, removing his gag and cutting his ropes.
"I think we're being attacked," he said.
"They've got problems. We've got a shot." A tall, strong man with long dark hair added. Another stood beside him, also tall. They seemed to know each other.
"You with us?" The question was for Erin. She nodded. Anything was better than being alone.
"Good. Stick together. We hit the containers, free the others, and go. Kill anyone in our way, they wouldn't hesitate."
They all agreed. Erin followed, sticking close. She didn't know what had happened, but clearly, Terminus was in deep trouble.
At the warehouse door, she waited behind Rick. When he moved, they ran inside, taking cover.
"They're distracted. This is our chance."
"Rick. Wait. There's people in those containers."
"Glenn, we have to go."
"We can help them." Rick nodded. Glenn ran to the containers. Erin helped him pry one open.
The metal groaned. Inside, a man in his 50s rushed out—right into Erin.
"We're all gonna die!" he screamed, grabbing her shoulders and shoving her toward a group of walkers. "We're all DEAD!"
The man was clearly unhinged, but how could she blame him?
She fought to keep him off, but he was too heavy.
Suddenly, the weight vanished. A hand pulled her up. And Rick had thrown the screamer into the walkers.
"There's more coming. We have to go."
They ran. Past the dead and dying. Found another container, opened it. More survivors.
Erin's heart thundered as they fled toward the forest. Alive.
Barely.
She'd been seconds from death.
Now she was in the woods, surrounded by strangers. But anything... anything was better than being food for cannibals.
Chapter 1: Erin [Glenn Rhee Fanfiction]
"There's nothing left in this world for me. But you... you can still keep going."
One day, two days, three days... maybe more had passed since she started following the train tracks. Pouring every ounce of hope she had into the idea that something might be waiting at the end. She wasn't even sure what she wanted to find, just something, anything, to prove not everything was lost. Anything would've been enough.
"You have to listen to me, alright? Not everything is gone. There has to be something... someone, somewhere."
Rocks scraped beneath the soles of her shoes. Her feet ached like hell, but she couldn't stop, not now. She couldn't afford to slow down. Even when her body screamed in protest, even when her knees buckled and her vision blurred so badly she feared she'd collapse right there on the asphalt.
She'd lost count of how long it had been since her last decent meal, or since she'd properly slept.
She was exhausted.
She wanted to give up.
To cry herself to sleep and never wake up again.
She was so tired of the pain she carried, of the thoughts that haunted her every second. So tired... of herself.
"You have to live. Every last second. Got it? You can't give up, not after everything we've been through. Promise me you'll keep going."
There was nothing left of the girl she used to be. Her memories. Her family. Herself. All of it was gone. She didn't recognize the girl beneath all the dust, the sweat, and the blood that wasn't even hers. She was scared. She had nothing. No one.
And she didn't know what to do, and that terrified her even more. Because she wasn't brave enough to die... But each breath she took felt like it dragged her deeper and deeper down. And that was its own kind of torture.
"Nothing will ever be strong enough to separate me from you."
A sudden rush of relief surged through her body, sending chills down her spine. She froze in place, eyes locked on the large sign in front of her, barely believing that what the posters promised might actually be real.
She had no idea what was waiting beyond those tall gates. She just hoped it would be okay. Maybe... just maybe, this place was what she'd been searching for all along. Maybe everything she'd survived... had been worth it.
She smiled softly to herself, hands clenching into fists as her feet crossed the threshold. Heart racing. Hope flickering. Terrified of the turn her life might take from this moment forward.
"And when the time comes... we'll see each other again. I promise, Erin."
How successful would Glenn Rhee…
…be if he decided to become a pro-wrestler?
Yes on the microphone skills / Yes on the wrestling skills
Yes on the microphone skills / No on the wrestling skills
No on the microphone skills / Yes on the wrestling skills
No on the microphone skills / No on the wrestling skills
Names: Eron and Rhee Pronouns: she/her Era: Imperial/Rebellion Appear in: From a Certain Point of View
Eron and Rhee were a married couple affiliated with the Rebellion. Together, the two women helped Ryland and his daughter Laina flee Imperial violence, and eventually accepted Laina into their own care. They intended to move to Alderaan soon before the Death Star's attack.
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