THE REASON

chapter thirty-two ; jump with joy
[ season six - episode seven ]

HER HEAD WAS cradled in her hands, several tears pouring down her face. She sat in the same spot she found herself sitting every morning and every night for the past week. After all that time of hurling into the toilet bowl every morning and every night, she casually shrugged it off as a bug.

She wished she was correct.

She often wondered how her body withheld this amount of tears. Her head was throbbing from all the crying, but she couldn't stop. She did breathing exercises, calming herself down for approximately five seconds before bawling her eyes out again. It just never ended.

The front door to the house she was occupying slammed shut twenty seconds before the door to the bathroom squeaked open. Kloe didn't even attempt to lift and twist her head — she remained as she was.

She imagined herself to be completely still. Completely stone. However she simply wasn't. Every single bone within her body trembled. Her eyes were glued shut with warm salt water. Her bottom lip shuddered as if she were freezing cold.

Soft sobs escaped the woman's lips. And for the girl that had opened the bathroom door and stared down at Kloe, she seemed completely lost. Like she didn't know what to do with herself anymore.

Despite the fact Kloe never even twitched to acknowledge the girl, it was as if she knew exactly who it was. "He doesn't know..." The words she frequently repeated, over and over. "He's out there. He has to be. And he d-doesn't know," she choked out, burying her head deeper into her hands.

The girl kneeled down onto her knees beside Kloe and didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around her shoulders. "What doesn't he know, Klo?" Brianna questioned softly, rubbing circles comfortingly on her sister's shoulder.

Hearing the soothing sound of her younger sister's voice was enough to make her lift her head and finally open her eyes. She turned her head and stared deeply into Brianna's eyes with her glassy ones. She stuttered, "I— I can't do it all alone. I can't raise a child by myself. I can barely even protect myself, let alone a baby."

Brianna's lips parted within an instant, but she couldn't deny the fact that she wasn't surprised. She had guessed that Kloe had been pregnant, since she was puking every day. She shook her head. "You're not alone," she whispered, resting her head on Kloe's shoulder. "I'll always be here for you." After a solid twenty seconds, Brianna lifted her head and searched her sister's eyes more. "Hey, why don't you get off this cold floor. It's dark and you only have a candle in here to see. Jessie gave us a few movies to play on the DVR on low volume. Your pick?"

Kloe's sobs lowered. She stayed still for a few more moments before allowing her sister to lift her up from the cold tiles in the bathroom and walked over to the living room.

...

The time read 8:42 p.m.

Kloe was asleep.

Brianna knew that because of the way she was breathing. They weren't labored like they had been, and she finally seemed peaceful. The living room was dark, the only light she had was the light source from the TV ahead of them, illuminating a soft blue light over their faces.

She had no idea what they were watching — she didn't pay any attention and let Kloe choose the movie. Despite she had been asleep for an hour and a half, Brianna still ran her fingers through Kloe's hair to comfort her.

Her older sister had her head on Brianna's lap, on her side so she could see the movie they were watching before she drifted off into her slumber. She had to get up. She needed to. She had to go do something she knew she needed to do. It was a must.

Awkwardly, Brianna lifted her sister's head with her two hands gently. She slowly and delicately shifted to the side. She paused, realizing she didn't want to give Kloe a neck ache and scanned the couch around her for a cushion to elevate her head.

The closest cushion to her was a 'Bee Yourself' cushion, and it made Brianna cringe. It was a cream white color, several bees and flowers sewed onto it. She reached for it and nicely placed it underneath Kloe's head. She didn't budge one bit. Not even a stir.

That was a confirmation for Brianna that she was out cold. She needed this sleep. She was truly exhausted.

She rose to her feet and didn't bother to turn the TV off, allowing it to run so in case Kloe was to wake up, she could continue watching the movie. Brianna treaded over to the kitchen where she kept her daggers. They were in a drawer, left untouched to be forgotten about. She had a bad past with those daggers — her mother got them for her when the apocalypse began.

One of the core memories she remembered with her daggers was when she nearly killed her own sister with them. RIght after she had been tortured by two men Brianna had trusted. They're both dead, and so is her mother. Vickie didn't deserve that.

While opening the drawer and grasping onto her daggers, she picked up a sticky note and a pen and quickly jotted down a few words for Kloe. She wouldn't want Kloe to panic, but she didn't think that this note would even remotely petrify her.

The moment she finished writing down the words, she didn't think twice to shove her daggers into her belt, grab a bottle of water from the fridge, shove it in a backpack, throw it over her shoulder and sneak toward the door. She tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to get caught.

She made sure the front door never squeaked as she carefully opened it. The hinges were definitely getting rusty — and it made her cringe. The air outside was cold, which definitely sent her chills in her black hoodie that Isabelle had gifted her for her birthday. Late birthday. Or early.

She and Carl met up with some of the other teens in Alexandria; Ron, Mickey and Enid. All were nice. Brianna didn't seem too interested in making friends, and only ended up talking with Carl in the end anyway. Carl would stare at Enid awestruck.

The three teens showed the other two a calendar, and the day they arrived was early March. It didn't feel like March, but it was. And after telling Isabelle, the older girl panicked and thought that she had missed Brianna's birthday from the year before. Her birthday was July 6th.

Brianna made sure to shut the door behind her and immediately wrapped her arms around her body for warmth. It was a lot darker than normal, which made her feel colder. She knew that wasn't how it worked, but her mind enjoyed messing with her sometimes.

Making a trip to the armory wasn't necessary.

While everyone else in the community assumed Brianna had returned to her normal, regular self, they were simply incorrect. She only turned in one of her pistols when they arrived. She kept the other one. A.K.A. the one Isabelle gave her moments beforehand.

She hid it. And she hid it well.

There was one part of Alexandria that no one barely went to, and that's where she buried the pistol in loose soil. It would also be the very spot where she would climb over the wall — the same fence Kloe, Max and Madolyn tried climbing over a few hours prior.

No one else was outside other than a few stragglers who needed to clear their minds. Everybody else was either getting ready for bed or in their friends' houses for comfort. It was scary going through something they had never gone through before.

Brianna reached the spot where her gun was buried. The dirt was exactly how it was left the night they turned up to Alexandria. Like a dog, she dropped down to her knees and instantly dug through the dirt with her bare hands. WIthin an instant she felt the metallic feeling of the gun, and she didn't hesitate to pull it out.

She lifted it into view, blowing a harsh puff onto the weapon to be rid of all the grime that coated it. She blinked, balancing her breathing to subside the new fear that settled into her blood. It was like someone was baking a cake, all brave and positive. But then before putting it in the oven, they felt like pouring in fear and negativity. Jumping over the wall would be the baking part.

Standing back up, she pushed the gun into her belt beside her two daggers and brushed the dirt off her hands. She hated feeling dirty, but she grew accustomed to the feeling. It hardly bothered her anymore.

The backpack she grabbed onto wasn't hers. It was Kloe's. Brianna had no idea in the slightest what was inside of the backpack. Still, it was the first one she saw in sight and it was beside the refrigerator. Thankfully, right then, she didn't need a flashlight since it was a full moon. It granted her enough light to see.

She stalked over to the fencing. She knew what to do. How to get over the fence. Both her and Carl witnessed one of the Alexandrians do it. Carl decided to go after her, much to Brianna's dismay. She was never one to judge, but she found Enid rather strange at first. She didn't blame her for the way she acted though.

Brianna copied the same actions she had memorized from watching Enid leave numerous times and used her daggers to climb the wall. Regardless of the moonlight, no one from afar could spot her unless they were to be up close.

Unlike Kloe, she managed to succeed on reaching the top of the fence without being crushed with realization that her husband was gone and that she was pregnant.

Some would've said Brianna was completely reckless and out of her mind for pulling such crucial acts — sneaking out of the place that kept her safe after dark without telling anybody, not even her brother or sister. On the other hand, some would've said it was the apocalypse, let people do what they want when they need to. Brianna had neither of those lapping around continuously in her dead thoughts. The only thing she needed to do is find her brother-in-law for her sister. Or at least try. She had nothing to lose anymore.

If she were to die, at least she would die trying to accomplish something for someone else. At least her death would've had meaning — for a great cause. To find her sister's husband and her future nephew/niece's father was something most greatly worth dying for.

She got halfway down the other side of the fence before taking a leap. She fortunately happened to land miraculously on her feet in the correct way so she didn't hurt herself, the only sound leaving her was a soft grunt that wasn't even near loud enough to catch anyone's or anything's attention.

At least, that's what she thought.

A walker nearby growled rather loudly, causing Brianna's heart to fall from fear. She nervously took a step back as her heart rate began to quicken. The walker grew closer to her, and she needed to deal with it quickly before it attracted anymore walkers. Before it attracted the walkers from the other side of the wall where the incredibly large group of walkers were.

Brianna gulped as she wrapped her fingers around the handle to one of her ring daggers, a satisfying shing sound erupting from her sheath. Her hand shook ever so slightly, her fear being displayed evidently. She glanced down at her hand and mentally yelled at it to stop being such a coward.

It listened. Thank God.

She pushed her body forward with the blade raised, clenching her teeth tightly before driving the sharp knife through the walker's skull. The growls came to an end, and whatever life it had left in its eyes soon faded into nothingness. It fell to the ground with a thud, making her jolt on the spot and sprint into a direction before none of the other walkers could spot her.

She was heading toward the town.

...

Surprising enough to her, it took her the whole night to get past a majority of the straggling walkers. There were more than usual, since the walkers from the herd were still sticking by Alexandria and the woods. It took her at least three hours just to come out of hiding under dead leaves. Then another two hours to plan on where to go.

But in the end, she made it. Well, nearly made it.

There were even more walkers. The sun had risen. Kloe would've definitely been awake by now and realized her sister was missing. The more Brianna thought about it, the more she became aware of the fact that maybe it would've been better if she didn't leave a note at all. Kloe would've just assumed Brianna was out doing something somewhere inside the walls of Alexandria.

She felt bad.

Brianna had to roll up her sleeves in the end after taking out dozens of walkers. As much as fashion wasn't exactly a huge worrisome thing anymore in the apocalypse, she still didn't want to ruin the gift that Isabelle had gotten her — whether or not it had been worn several times before anyway or not. Her forearms were coated in crimson blood.

She sat behind a tree which hid her away from all the walkers that stumbled out of the town. It was as if they had nothing left in the town, and that scared the shit out of Brianna a ton. Had she been too naive? Should she have told Kloe or Zayn that she was going to go out looking for her brother-in-law?

She shook the thoughts away. She was too far into her own little mission now to turn back.

With her back pressed against a tree, she unwrapped the backpack from around her shoulders and set it onto her lap. She was eager for some water. She didn't want to waste any of it and waited only until she desperately needed the water from the pain everytime she breathed in the back of her throat.

She unzipped the backpack quietly, not having second thoughts to dive her hand inside it the moment it was opened. Just as she went to grasp onto one of the bottles of water, the back of her hand brushed against something. The muscles in her face fell as she froze.

The only things that were in Kloe's backpack should've been a flashlight, two water bottles plus the two Brianna tossed in, a walkie that had been switched off to save power, some snack bars for energy, and lastly a pair of binoculars.

The item she had felt didn't feel like any of those listed above. She panicked. Had she brought something that belonged to her sister that had been a possession of hers. What if it was important.

Brianna didn't think twice to ignore the water her body cried for desperately and slowly grabbed onto the other item. She gasped. Her other hand flew to her mouth. She knew instantaneously what it was. She dropped it back inside the backpack, retracting her hand from her mouth as she gripped back onto the water bottle.

She twisted the bottle cap and brought the plastic bottle to her mouth. She swallowed 11 mouthfuls of its contents. If she was to find Glenn, the object in the backpack would be the very first thing Brianna would show him if they failed to make it back to Alexandria. To let him know his wife was pregnant. To let him know he was going to be a father.

With the back of her hand, she wiped away the tiredness from her eyes. Regardless of the situation she had gotten herself in, she still felt the exhaustion in her muscles and behind her eyes. She didn't risk closing her eyes for more than three seconds, knowing for a fact that she would've most definitely blacked out.

She went against her own orders and closed her eyes for over five seconds, dipping her chin to her chest. She had a fucking death wish.

Fortunately, her eyes snapped open as she practically leaped out of her skin. A small rock hit the side of her head, jolting her awake. Someone had thrown it at her. "They're gonna spot you," a whisper ran through the air from someone who sounded around the same age as Brianna. "Here. Behind the fence."

Brianna lowered her gaze down to the chain link fences beside her, to which she instantly spotted the very girl who had indirectly taught her how to sneak out of the place she called home.

Enid.

There she was. Her fingers went through the gaps in the chain link, and she looked scared for the other girl who was about to fall asleep out in the open against a tree. Her hair flowed with the soft breeze, brushing against the side of her dirtied cheek. Brianna examined her more, and the more she looked, the more she realized how there wasn't a single speck of blood on her.

She had managed to slither past all the walkers without catching their attention.

"Enid?" Brianna whisper-shouted, immediately standing to her feet. She quickly zipped up the backpack and slid her arm through one of the straps. "I— I thought you were still at Alexandria. I didn't know you were out here..." She dashed over to the fence, swiftly looking around her to make sure there weren't any walkers nearby.

"They're going to see you," the girl repeated more firmly, prompting Brianna that she should leave and return to Alexandria through her eyes. Enid nervously glanced over Brianna's shoulder, making sure there wasn't going to be a surprise straggler appear behind her.

"Hey, how do I get in there?" Brianna questioned quietly, ignoring Enid's repetition about how walkers were going to set their eyes on her. They wouldn't appear if she hid out of the way along with Enid. "I'm not turning back. Not now. I've made it too far."

"Why are you here?" Enid asked, hardening her gaze on the girl before her. "Did they send you out to find me? When you get back, you can tell them that I'm not. I belong out here."

Brianna shook her head. "N— no. I snuck out on my own. Now please, tell me how to get in there. I'm looking for someone else, not you."

"You swear?"

"I pinky swear."

Something in Enid's eyes shifted, like trust. Albeit Brianna's thoughts on Enid when they first met, after a while, the pair got along well. They trauma bonded. They had lost both of their parents, and they understood each other. However, Enid had no family left whatsoever. Brianna did. And she was grateful. Yet Brianna explained to Enid how everyone in Alexandria were there for her, and despite the fact that she still had her brother and sister, she still felt disconnected from them — like they weren't even her true family.

After a week, that all changed. She began to form a bond with Kloe and realized she was just being stupid. She had always been close with Zayn, but even if she spoke with him, hung out with him or even just looked at him, she didn't know.

Enid turned to the side and pointed to a small little opening in the fence around five meters away from Brianna. The Schmidt-Parson teen smiled at the other girl before jogging over to the entrance. Enid followed her behind her fence, watching her every move.

Brianna separated the apart-fence, squeezing her petite body through it. She tried her hardest to avoid getting cut by the sharp bits of fence from where it had been cut open.

Before Brianna could even blink, Enid wrapped her hand around her upper arm and pulled her along with her. "We're going to the rooftops. There might be something you want to see." Brianna watched the girl mindlessly, absentmindedly allowing her to drag her. After a solid four seconds, Brianna realized her shoes were producing a loud, scraping sound against the rubble beneath her and immediately scuffled to her feet.

"What do you mean?" She narrowed her eyes at the back of Enid's head as they walked cautiously through the outskirts of the town. "What exactly would I want to see?"

"Trust me. You'll wanna see it," Enid assured, sending her a single nod over her shoulder. As she turned back around, she lifted her arm. "Over there," she pointed, resulting in Brianna having to squint her eyes in the distance to spot where Enid was gesturing to.

A ladder. To a rooftop on one of the buildings.

Once again, before she could speak in return, Enid grasped onto her friend's arm again and jogged over to the ladder silently. Brianna cringed at the soft sound of their feet on the concrete, scared they were going to attract any nearby walkers.

As they reached the ladder, Enid rushed out a few ushers in hopes Brianna would listen to her. But she didn't. "Enid..." she started, causing Enid's shoulders to slump down as she took two steps back away from Brianna. "Why are you taking me to a roof? You don't even know what I'm doing out here, and even I don't know what you're doing out here. I need to look for someone."

"Then you'll want to see this."

Brianna discreetly rolled her eyes and scowled. "Show me whatever the heck you wanna show me, and then I'll be going. We'll go our own separate ways. Got it?" She stared at Enid as she waited for an answer. She received none. "Enid—"

"You can't make a sound," Enid rushed out, stepping forward again. Brianna frowned confusedly. "When you see the thing I want to show you, you have to be very quiet. Let me deal with everything."

"What?"

"You swear?"

Brianna uneasily swallowed. She thought about her answer for a moment or two. What if it was something very important? But then what if it was a small, baby animal that she had found? It depended on what exactly it was that Enid wanted to show her.

And then she remembered what her main priority was — why she was out there. To find her and Zayn's brother-in-law. To find her sister's husband. To find the father of an unborn child that would be a part of her family. To find Glenn.

"I swear."

And with that, Brianna hauled herself up the ladder and agreed to spend the next hour or so to look at whatever Enid wanted her to see. She listened to the sound of Enid's footsteps on the metal ladder beneath her as she climbed off of it and onto the roof.

She didn't know if she was being too hopeful or not, but she was praying she could see more than she could on the ground once she reached the roof. But she was wrong. There were numerous trees, which she couldn't see past just one. She sighed.

Enid stood up beside Brianna, their shoulders just inches apart as they stared off into the air. It was noiseless. So peaceful. The walkers had walked further and further away from the town, and it eased Brianna's nerves ever so slightly.

The girl beside her quickly guided Brianna over to the other end of the roof, reminding her to stay extra silent. Brianna hadn't even noticed that Enid was holding onto a water bottle. Brianna grew more and more confused as every second went by.

"Stay here," Enid instructed, making Brianna pause in place and technically freeze. She didn't budge — not one bit.

She kept her eyes trained on the back of Enid's head as the girl stalked over to the edge of the roof. Brianna gulped anxiously. What was she doing? Maybe she was weird...

Enid dropped her eyes over the railing, lifting the bottle of water in her hand. She parted her lips as she set her eyes on something Brianna wished she could've seen. She was curious, and she had every right to be.

"Hey, heads up!" she warned loudly, resulting in Brianna to take a cautious step back. Whatever she was looking at merely gasped. Enid, with a lack of power, threw the water bottle off the edge of the roof. Even from where Brianna was standing, she heard the plastic land on the ground as all the contents inside of it poured out. "Shit," she cursed. "I said heads up."

And just like that, the girl spun on her heel and dashed over to Brianna. The dark brunette girl shook her head, beyond perplexed as to why Enid didn't want her to see what it was she wanted to show her in the first place.

Enid pushed her index finger against her own lips, hushing her friend and gesturing to remain silent — just as she promised. Once again, she pulled Brianna with her and yanked her through a small hatch into the building below. Just a millisecond before Enid managed to shut the hatch behind them, Brianna caught onto a voice she recognized from anywhere.

"Enid?"

Brianna froze dead in her tracks, her breathing quickening. She raised her eyes up to Enid and lifted her brows. An exceedingly large smile sprouted upon Brianna's lips, and she could've jumped on the spot if Enid hadn't tightened her grip around her arm.

Glenn was alive. It was him. He was the thing Enid wanted to show her.

But why exactly did Enid not want Glenn or Brianna to communicate with one another? She had no idea. They were family, after all. And Brianna had to tell everything to him. Everything.

Enid led Brianna to a wall inside of the building, near an open window. And despite the fact there was an incredibly big smile on her face, Brianna frowned as Enid pressed her hand against her lips. She was restricting Brianna from speaking.

Several things clashed onto the floor beneath the two teenage girls. In unison, Enid and Brianna's muscles tensed at the loud sound, and judging by the silence, they both guessed Glenn had frozen too.

All of Brianna's insides nearly jumped with joy when she heard the sound of her brother-in-law's voice once more. "Enid?" he voiced again. Glenn and Brianna had a close relationship. Ever since the prison fell, and that they were both left behind, they had bonded. She saw him as a brother, and he saw her as a little sister.

So when she finally grasped onto the fact that Enid was being selfish and was stopping her from talking to her family, she didn't think twice to whack at the hand that stopped her from vocalizing.

Enid's eyes snapped over to her friend, and her eyes broadened with shock. "What are you doing?" she hissed, her voice below a whisper and near enough mouthing the words.

Brianna shot her a look.

"What are you doing out here?" Glenn asked, his voice shaky and dry and croaky. He sounded tired. He sounded ever so thirsty. He was definitely dehydrated.

Enid craned her neck to the side so Glenn could hear her better through the floor. "There's another water bottle in the corner," she announced, her eyes slowly returning to Brianna's before she said "Take it and go."

All at once, Brianna begged with her eyes for Enid to let her go. Nothing worked, so she was left to use the sole of her foot. She raised her leg and promptly stomped as hard as she possibly could onto the carpeted flooring beneath her. Enid panicked and pleaded Brianna to stop in silence.

The silence that came after lasted for at least a minute, and it pained Brianna that she couldn't let her presence be known. She felt like crying.

"You're not gonna answer me?" Glenn pondered, to which by then he must've drank some of the water that Enid had left out for him. She knew he was here. She waited for him to show himself from under the dumpster.

"No."

"What happened in Alexandria?" he pushed on. He ignored Enid's words, and Brianna knew exactly why. He cared for his people. He cared for his family. And most of all, he cared for his wife. His whole life was about her. His heart practically belonged to her.

Enid dropped her head, keeping her lips sealed. She only knew half of the story of what had happened to their home, since she fled the scene while the Wolves had invaded them. She had no idea about the herd, and if it had reached Alexandria — which it technically had.

"We heard that sound," he continued, referring to the horn. "The gunfire." Enid proceeded to say nothing. "Enid."

"What happened is what always happens," she finally responded, not taking her eyes off the ground. Brianna knew everything that happened while the Wolves were in the premises of Alexandria — especially since she experienced it all, having to hide away in a closet for a majority of it. "People died."

"The herd broke through the walls?"

Brianna shook her head, but it seemed Enid wasn't paying attention as she answered, unaware of the situation. "What herd?"

"The walkers," he clarified. "They broke out of the quarry early. We got on them, but that sound, the air horn, what was that?" He began to panic, Brianna caught onto that.

"It was people. You should go."

With her other hand, Enid pulled onto Brianna's arm again as she guided her over to the open window. Brianna squirmed, trying desperately to wiggle her way out of Enid's grasp.

"My wife," Enid hesitated for a moment and froze, knowing full well that his wife was indeed Brianna's sister, "Kloe, she okay? Did she wake up?"

And that was it. Brianna lifted her leg once again, and stomped as hard as she possibly could. She had to let Glenn know that there was another presence in the building. The girl opposite her focused her eyes on Brianna's, and the pure look of betrayal flooded her expression. Brianna had promised her that she would remain quiet, yet she was doing the bare opposite.

"Stop," Enid demanded, looking the girl up and down with a look of distress. Alas, despite her voice being low and hushed, it appeared Glenn had caught onto the booming sound vibrating through the flooring. He caught onto the fact that someone else was there — nevertheless, he asked for confirmation.

"Enid, is there someone else with you?"

The light brown haired girl lowered her chin again, avoiding any sort of eye contact with Brianna. In defeat, she slowly retracted her hand from the girl's mouth and turned away from her. Enid wanted to be on her own, but having the presence of Brianna for just five minutes made her a little happier. Maybe it was for the better to be alone.

"Enid?"

"Glenn!"

"Brianna?" She didn't even have to see his face to know that his expression had broadened as his blood filled with shock. "What— what are you doing out here?" he asked her with concern.

Just as her lips parted to reply, the floorboards creaked beneath her. She felt it and heard it. Her body pivoted, in hopes to spot Enid behind her and that she had shifted her weight. Yet to her dismay, the girl was halfway from climbing out of the open window.

Her alert eyes expanded at once, catching her off guard. She leapt forward to clasp onto her friend's arm, but she was too late. Enid had climbed out the window and began sprinting down the metal steps.

"Brianna?" called Glenn, growing uneasy and distressed. "Enid?"

"Get up here," Brianna responded and she didn't even have to bat an eyelid before she detected Glenn's quick movement a story below. It didn't even take ten full seconds before the door slammed open behind her from where she was standing nervously in front of the window.

The sound of Glenn's quick breaths managed to grant Brianna enough courage to rip her eyes away from Enid and to her brother-in-law. Her eyes locked with his, and she couldn't help but feel the tears of happiness engulf them.

He didn't look exactly pleasant. He was coated in blood that didn't belong to him — his lips were pale from lack of hydrogen. His skin on his arms were thick with dirt, stones and blood all mixed together. But none of those stopped her from rushing forward to wrap her arms around him.

The force of her crashing into him managed to unsteady him for a moment. She could've squeezed him from how happy she was to see him. "Thank God you're alive. Thank God..." she whispered with relief, an even larger smile sprouting to life when she felt his arms wrap around her.

"What are you doing out here? You should be back home," he said softly, pulling away to look down at her — to search her eyes.

Brianna shook her head, taking a few steps back. "Kloe, she's okay," she enlightened, a breath of relief exhaling from Glenn's mouth. "Physically, that is." His face shifted. "We gotta get back. I only realized how selfish it was of me to leave a note last night telling her I was going outside the walls — with everything going on," she said, her voice laced with guilt. Her face fell, her body subconsciously spinning around as she hopped over the window.

"C'mon! We gotta go after Enid."

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2nd february 2024
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we knew this already BUT YAY GLENN IS ALIVE AND BRIANNA IS HAPPY. kloe is not. she will be though. hopefully.