The first thing I noticed was the smell.
My eyes were still forced shut but I caught the odor of the rotted air around me. Next I began to notice what I was laying on. I focused my senses on the feeling of the ripped leather against my back. My head laid uncomfortably against it. Then I mentally opened my ears and tried to listen. I heard groans from a distance, and the sound of someone rustling around with loud items.
When I heard the person moving, it all came back. I remembered being in front of a crowd of walkers, attempting to shoot them, but it was all too much. Someone had come to my aid.
With that, I forced feeling back into my hands, arms, legs, and neck. Lastly, my eyes. They jolted open, my vision blurry, but I tried to make out the scene I was looking at.
First I saw only the ceiling above, with blood splatters covering bits of the tainted white. Then I realized that I was in a house.
I was laying on an old, ragged leather couch in the middle of a tiny living room. I took notice to the smell once again. It came from upstairs. I knew what that smell meant, but I didn't dare to think on it.
Instead I listened to the rustling in the next room. It sounded as if they were messing with pots and pans.
I slowly began to get up off the couch. My body wasn't sore, but it was hard to get my muscles moving at first.
Instead of trying to stretch however, I limped my way to the doorway of the next room. It was a kitchen. There was a steaming pot on the stove with bits of meat in it. I knew that if this was the person that rescued me, it could only be one person.
I smiled to myself as I entered the room and looked every which way for my hero. I watched as a figure stepped out of a tiny pantry... but it wasn't Daryl.
I couldn't believe who I was looking at.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him with disbelief.
"What are you doing up? You need to lie down," he said while walking over to me. He took me by the forearms and led me back to the couch. I sat down but refused to lay.
"How did you get here?" I asked.
"Maggie and I have been here for the past couple of days," he replied. "This house is surrounded by walkers and we couldn't get out."
I was relieved that nothing had actually happened to them but I still didn't understand how our paths had crossed.
"But..." I started. "I was with Daryl."
"I know. We saw him running through the streets carrying you. You had fainted or something... but he was being chased by walkers. We saw him through the window and immediately opened up the door for him. You guys barely made it," he said with wide eyes.
I tried to take in everything he had just told me.
"But you're saying... that there are walkers surrounding this house right now?"
"Where's Daryl and Maggie now?" I began to worry.
"Just upstairs," he explained. I immediately relaxed.
There was a pause. I was thinking hard about everything I had missed while I was knocked out. But Glenn interrupted my thought.
He took a big sigh and looked up at the ceiling.
"God Holly," he started. "I didn't know what to think when I saw him carrying you. I thought you had been bit..."
"Was I?" I hadn't thought about that.
"You're telling me you don't remember anything?" he asked.
I shook my head.
"All I remember is thinking that I was going to die. Then I knew that Daryl had found me because there were arrows being shot at the walkers. Then I blacked out. I woke up on this couch a few minutes ago," I explained.
Glenn nodded and looked down.
"How long have I been asleep?" I asked.
"Just since last night. Its morning now." Glenn looked towards the windows that had been blacked out by the person who was last living here.
"The owners of this house... they didn't make it," he continued. I noticed the smell again. I looked upstairs.
"Yeah," he said, knowing what I was thinking.
"What are Maggie and Daryl doing up there?" I asked.
"That's a good question," he replied while standing up. "Let's go find out."