Glenn was walking through the alleys of Atlanta in search of supplies, seriously thinking about how much he missed life before the Zombie Outbreak. "When did everything go to hell?" he asked himself, looking around to see if there were no more infected and at one point his gaze stopped on a woman in front of him. "Hey!" Glenn called, drawing her attention when he saw how she, upon seeing him, began to run. He went after her when he noticed a slow horde of undead approaching. When he reached her, he took her arm and they went into an apartment, closing the door with a piece of furniture. After an hour of checking, the apartment was confirmed free of corpses and undead, which meant it was safe. "I'm Glenn and who are you?" the Asian asked, looking at her with a clear sparkle of curiosity in his brown eyes. She said her name without further ado, not even turning to look at him. He felt a strong curiosity about her - she was very pretty, that he couldn't deny, and judging by her clothes and how she acted, she surely didn't have a group as such.