Game of Thrones: The Dangerous Traveler (MULTIVERSAL)

GOT: The Dangerous Traveler 23

Glenn Rhee

Year 2010 AD – Georgia

Calm reigned over Hershel's farm that afternoon, the sun illuminating the fields as some of the inhabitants went about their tasks. Andrea kept watch from the RV with her rifle, while Lori and Carol chatted on the porch. Hershel, sitting in a chair next to Dale, reviewed his medical notes. Beth and Patricia were inside helping take care of Carl, while Shane stayed near the entrance, his gaze vigilant.

Suddenly, movement in the distance caught Shane's attention. A figure was staggering down the road leading to the farm, covered in dirt and sweat, their face filled with desperation. Shane automatically reached for his weapon, squinting to try and identify who it was.

"It's Glenn!" Lori shouted from the porch as she recognized him. Worry crossed her face as she ran down the stairs to approach him. Shane sighed, relaxing his stance, but he didn't lower his guard.

Glenn could barely stand when he finally crossed the farm's entrance. He collapsed to his knees, gasping heavily, his trembling hands pressing into the dirt. His clothes were torn, his face covered in small cuts, and he looked like he hadn't eaten or slept in days.

"Glenn!" Andrea shouted, quickly climbing down from the RV. "What happened to you?"

"Water..." Glenn croaked, weakly raising a hand before collapsing completely to the ground.

Hershel stood up immediately, setting aside his notes. "Patricia, bring water and bandages. Lori, help me get him to the porch. Quickly!"

Dale and Shane moved in to help carry Glenn, while Patricia ran into the house to fetch medical supplies. Andrea stayed close, her rifle in hand, her eyes scanning the surroundings in case something or someone had been following him.

When they laid Glenn on the porch, Hershel knelt beside him, checking his pulse and the superficial wounds on his body. "He's exhausted, but he doesn't seem to have any serious injuries. He needs rest and something to eat," he said calmly, though his expression was grave.

Beth appeared with a bowl of water, handing it to Hershel. He dampened a cloth and began cleaning Glenn's face, while Lori held a bottle to his lips so he could take small sips.

When Glenn finally regained some strength, he opened his eyes, looking at the worried faces around him. His gaze met Hershel's, who was crouched beside him. "Where's Maggie?"

The question hung heavily in the air. Glenn blinked, trying to process the sudden tension.

"Maggie..." Hershel murmured, his tone severe. "Where's my daughter? Why isn't she with you?"

Glenn tried to sit up, but his body wouldn't cooperate. "I'm sorry, Hershel... They... They captured us..."

"They? Who?" Shane interrupted, leaning in with a frown. "Who captured you?"

Glenn took a deep breath, trying to find the words. "A man... and a woman. They... took us prisoner. They let me go, but... Maggie... Maggie is still with them."

Hershel paled, his face reflecting a mix of fear and anger. "Prisoners? Who would do something like that? Why?"

"I don't know," Glenn said desperately. "The man... he's... dangerous. The woman seemed more reasonable, but he... Dangerous and cruel."

Andrea crossed her arms, looking at Shane. "This doesn't sound good. We need to do something."

"Of course we're going to do something," Shane replied, his tone firm. "But we need more information. Glenn, where were they? Where were they headed?"

Glenn shook his head, his eyes filled with guilt. "I don't know exactly. We were far away... Very far. They let me go because they didn't think I could find help in time. But Maggie... She tried to protect me. That's why they chose her."

Hershel pressed his lips together, visibly shaken. "We can't leave her in the hands of those bastards. Maggie is my daughter, my family!"

"I know, Hershel," Dale said, trying to calm him. "But we have to be careful. We can't risk losing more lives."

Lori knelt beside Glenn, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Rest a little more, Glenn. Regain your strength. You'll tell us everything you remember when you're ready."

"But we have to go soon," Glenn insisted. "Every second that passes..."

"We know," Shane interrupted, crossing his arms. "But we're not going to run around like headless chickens. We need a plan."

"Shane's right," Andrea added. "We're going to need more details to find Maggie."

Meanwhile, Hershel stood up and walked a few steps away, staring at the horizon with an expression full of anguish. Lori followed him, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "We'll find her, Hershel. We won't let anything happen to her."

Beth, who had remained silent this whole time, hugged Patricia with tears in her eyes. "She has to be okay. Maggie's strong. She'll survive."

The distant gunshots continued to echo in Glenn's mind. His expression was a mix of exhaustion and determination. "He... He won't stop. If we don't do something quickly, Maggie..." Glenn said. His worst fear was that Ciri would slip up and Lyn would take advantage of Maggie. The mere thought made Glenn nauseous.

"Don't think about that now," Dale said, standing beside him. "The important thing is that you're here to help us. We're going to save her, Glenn. I promise."

Worry and tension hung in the air as the group members looked at each other, searching for hope amidst the chaos.

Glenn was taken inside the farmhouse, and it wouldn't be until a few hours later that the young Korean man would wake up.

Glenn opened his eyes slowly, blinking against the dim light coming through the window. His body felt heavy, as if every fiber had been pushed to its limit. Beside him, Beth was sitting in a chair, watching him with a mix of concern and relief.

"You're awake!" she exclaimed, standing up immediately. "I'll get the others."

Before Glenn could respond, Beth had already run out of the room. He heard her hurried footsteps down the hallway and then her voice calling for her father and the rest of the group.

Within minutes, the room was filled with familiar faces. Hershel entered first, with Rick by his side. Behind them came Shane and Daryl, followed by Dale and T-Dog, who stayed near the door, watching intently.

"Glenn, son, how are you feeling?" Hershel asked, his tone worried but firm.

"I'm... tired," Glenn replied hoarsely. "But I'm okay. Thank you."

Rick stepped forward and crouched beside the bed, his brow furrowed. "Glenn, we need you to tell us what happened. Where's Maggie? Who did this to you?"

Glenn swallowed, his mind still foggy from recent events. "It was... a nightmare. They captured us. A man and a woman."

"Who were they?" Shane asked, crossing his arms and fixing his gaze on Glenn.

"I don't know," Glenn said, shaking his head. "I'd never seen them before. The man... he's terrifying. Not just because of what he does, but because of how much he enjoys it. And the woman... she seemed more reasonable, but I don't trust her either."

"Describe them," Hershel requested, his face tense.

Glenn took a deep breath before speaking. "The man's name is Lyn. He's... different. Tall, brown hair, bright blue eyes. He talks like he's in some damn fantasy story, and he thinks he's better than everyone. I once heard him mention he was a Lord of House... Corbray, I think he said. And he's always... smiling. Like this is all a game to him."

"And the woman?" Rick asked.

"Her name's Ciri," Glenn replied. "She's young, maybe my age or a little younger, just like this Lyn. She has silver hair and scars on her face. She seemed more... human. Like she wasn't fully on board with what they were doing, but she didn't do anything to stop it. At first, they seemed to know nothing about the world."

"They didn't know about the world? What does that mean?" Daryl asked, raising an eyebrow.

Glenn nodded slowly. "It's like they didn't know anything about the apocalypse. They asked basic questions, like where we were or what walkers were. At first, I thought they were messing with us, but they weren't. It was real. The man seemed to know much less than the woman, since he didn't even know what a rifle was."

"That doesn't make sense," Dale said from the doorway. "How could someone survive this long without knowing about walkers?"

"I don't know," Glenn admitted. "But what I do know is that Lyn isn't someone you want to mess with. He's... dangerous. Lethal."

Rick exchanged a look with Hershel before focusing back on Glenn. "Tell us how they captured you."

"We were at a pharmacy, looking for supplies," Glenn began. "Everything seemed quiet, but then they showed up. It was fast. They disarmed us before we could react. Lyn... he moves in a way that's almost superhuman. I don't know how to explain it."

"Did they hurt you?" Hershel asked, his voice trembling slightly as he thought of his daughter.

"Physically, not much," Glenn said. "But mentally... It was like being in a cage with a predator. Lyn enjoyed humiliating us, making us feel small."

"And Maggie? How is she?" Shane asked, his tone more severe.

"She's alive," Glenn replied. "He... He chose her because he said she seemed more interesting. I don't know what that means, but I don't trust his intentions."

"Damn sicko," Daryl muttered, clenching his fists. Daryl had the most experience with the kind of man Glenn was describing.

"That's not all," Glenn continued. "While we were with them, we ran into another group. They seemed to be planning an ambush. But Lyn... He killed them all. By himself. And he did it with a smile on his face. Maggie and I didn't even get to see or interact with them."

Silence fell over the room as everyone processed what Glenn had just said.

"One man killed an entire group?" Rick asked, incredulous.

"Yeah," Glenn said with a slight tremor in his voice. "He used a rifle, a pistol, and swords. His description was... terrifying. And afterward, he mocked us. Said no one could stop him."

"And Ciri? Did she participate?" Andrea asked, who had been listening silently. Glenn hadn't noticed her arrival.

"No," Glenn replied. "She stayed back with us. She seemed upset by what he was doing, but she didn't say anything."

"We have to go after Maggie," Hershel said, breaking the silence. His voice was firm, though his eyes reflected deep concern.

"I agree," Shane said, nodding. "But we need a plan. We can't face someone like that unprepared," Shane replied. His private thoughts were a mystery.

Rick nodded, standing up. "Glenn, is there anything else we should know? Anything that could help us find them."

Glenn closed his eyes, trying to remember. "They said they were heading north. But I don't know more. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," Hershel said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You did what you could, son. Now it's our turn."

The group exchanged looks, knowing the mission ahead wouldn't be easy. But they all agreed on one thing: they would do whatever it took to bring Maggie back.

Glenn, still pale and exhausted, raised his voice, trying to keep his tone steady. "We can't wait any longer. Maggie's out there with those... monsters. We have to go after her now."

Daryl, who was leaning against the doorframe, shook his head. "Look at you, Glenn. You can barely stand. And you think you can go alone? You'd be a liability, not help."

Glenn clenched his teeth, frustrated. "But I'm the only one who knows where they might be. I know Lyn and Ciri better than anyone here. I can't just sit here and do nothing!"

"That doesn't mean you can go alone," Rick interjected calmly. "Daryl's right. It's too dangerous."

An uncomfortable silence filled the room until T-Dog stepped forward. "I can go with him. Two are better than one, right? Besides, we can't let him carry this alone," he said, his voice tinged with guilt, likely from the situation with Merle.

Everyone looked at T-Dog, who stood firm, though it was clear he understood the gravity of what he was proposing.

Daryl clicked his tongue. "I can't go. I already told you, I'm busy looking for Sophia. One thing at a time."

Everyone's eyes turned to the other members of the group, searching for someone else who might volunteer. However, no one spoke. Andrea avoided Rick's gaze, and Dale simply lowered his head, as if considering the decision but unable to commit.

Hershel, his face marked by desperation, stepped toward Rick. "Rick... Please." His voice trembled, heavy with emotion. "That's my daughter. My Maggie. You know what it's like to lose someone you love. I can't... I can't lose her too."

Rick remained silent, his eyes fixed on the ground.

"Please," Hershel continued, tears welling in his eyes. "I saved your son. I did everything I could to keep Carl alive. Now I need you to help me save my daughter. Please."

Rick looked up, his expression tormented. He turned to Shane, as if seeking his support.

Shane, with his arms crossed and his face hardened, nodded with a slow, heavy gesture. "Alright, Rick. Go. I'll handle keeping the group safe here."

Rick swallowed, still unsure. Finally, he nodded. "Alright. I'll go."

Hershel let out a sigh of relief, his eyes grateful. "Thank you, Rick. Really. Thank you."

"We'll prepare to leave at dawn," Rick said, addressing the group. "It'll be safer to travel in daylight."

"I'll get some weapons and supplies ready," Shane offered. "You all rest tonight."

"We need a solid plan," Dale interjected, worried. "We don't know how many more might be with them."

"We'll figure it out," Rick said, his voice firmer now that he'd made the decision. "For now, everyone rest. Glenn, T-Dog, and I need to be in the best shape possible for this."

Glenn nodded, though his hands were still trembling slightly. "Thank you, Rick. Really. For everything."

As the group began to disperse to prepare what was needed, Hershel stayed near Rick for a moment longer. "I don't know how to thank you for this, Rick."

"You don't have to," Rick replied seriously. "Just make sure Carl's okay while I'm gone."

Hershel nodded, placing a hand on Rick's shoulder before walking away.

"With my life."

That night, as the farm remained quiet, Shane began preparing everything needed for the mission. Though the air was thick with uncertainty, there was also a faint glimmer of hope.