Glenn

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Glenn is an Ally Survivor and INT type Support, who has the potential to be promoted to Mythical Grade. He is well known in the game for being a top tier support unit.

## Background

“Glad nothing's happened so far. Let's take five. The smell is getting unbearable, and I almost sneezed back there.”
The comment reminded Rick that he was also covered in the same feculent matter and asked,
“How much more do we have to go?”
Glenn shoved a map back into his pocket and replied,
“Six more blocks. This was just the last spot I knew where we could take a break.”
Their conversation ended there. Since Rick had arrived in Atlanta, he had been busy taking care of his people. Now that they had some time to reflect, Rick mulled over Glenn's selfless actions. He wondered to himself why Glenn always risked his life and volunteered for supply runs. Grim speculation ensued. A thought refused to leave Rick’s mind, that Glenn had a death wish and was searching for a way to sacrifice himself. Suddenly concerned, he posed a question to Glenn,
“Why do you go on supply runs by yourself?”
The question drudged up memories for Glenn.
Before Rick’s group, he had been a member of another group. Camped on the rooftop of an eightstory building, their base served its purpose — it allowed easier defense due to the single entry/exit. Also, all of them thought it would be easier to get rescued by a helicopter on the rooftop. However, the single door was also a doubleedged sword, becoming the only exit when leaving on runs. Glenn had another way — he could parkour from building to building, and the group began to depend on him to go on runs for supplies. Glenn had become an essential member of the group and an almost heroic figure to his friend. At the same time, his group had collectively slumped their shoulders in guilt at the weight they had placed on him.
One day, one of the members of the group came to see Glenn, his daughter in tow gasped for air on a blanket, and he knelt and pleaded,
“Please. Please, find some meds for my kid.”
The man’s shaking hands refused to let go of his, and Glenn thought about it to himself. His range was only two blocks for a run, so traveling six blocks to the drug store sounded impossible. He was barely able to bring himself to shake his head in refusal.
“It’s too far.”
The man squeezed his hand harder, and his other hand gestured again to the child. He continued and begged even more profusely.
“She's only eight years old. She's fighting for her life. Can’t you have a heart?”
The wails of desperation quieted the rooftop. No one could blame Glenn for his rejection, though. The rest of their survival would be brought into serious question if something happened to Glenn during the run to the pharmacy. Glenn's friend clenched his fists and blurted out,
“She’s your daughter — why don’t you go?”
The members of that group that heard him turned their scorn on him. The sight of how eager they were to judge his friend despite the things he had done for their survival left Glenn discouraged — his friend had been a baseball player before hurting his shoulder too severely to continue and quitting. Still, the group conveniently forgot that fact and “asked” his friend to be the primary muscle when the dead made it into the staircase. His friend tossed and turned to get comfortable after one of those instances, shoulder hot and sore, and Glenn had noticed. Glenn had begun to announce that he would attempt the run to the drug store in a bid to take attention off his friend. Before he began to speak, his friend cut him off,
“I’ll go, then.”
He continued and ignored Glenn’s attempts to silence him,
Someone’s gotta go. But y’all have things to do here, and so why not let me help out this one time.
His remark quieted the roof. He gripped his baseball bat, and he went down the stairs without any sign of hesitation. Glenn left the group on the rooftop to chase after him. The staircase filled with the echoes of the baseball bat collapsing skulls in. Glenn didn’t let up and continued after his friend. The first floor was infested with the dead when he arrived. The sight of the bloody baseball bat on the ground was obscured by the dead that surrounded it. Glenn had no one else but himself to blame and maneuvered up the side of another building to its roof. Grief welled up inside of him, but he found his way to the drug store despite it and looted any medicines he possibly could. He made his way back to the group over the rooftops and couldn’t help but to fall to his knees when it came into sight. The roof that had housed his people had become just another deadinfested spot like any other. The sick little girl no longer gasped for air on the newly bloodspattered blanket and instead roamed the rooftop aimlessly, no longer needing to breathe. Guilt and remorse assaulted Glenn’s mind,
“If only I had just said I’d go, everything would have turned out differently.”
After what seemed like ages, but had only been a moment, Glenn blinked and returned to his senses and replied,
“I guess that's just how I was built.”
Glenn stood up and signaled Rick to begin moving. The expression that Rick had seen on Glenn’s face made it clear that Glenn’s motivation was one of life, not death. Glenn was doing everything he could, and must, do.

## Skills

 61 | Emergency Evasion | During combat: If incoming damage is greater than 15% Max HP, 50 Energy will be used to block it. This effect triggers once every 3 sec.

## Recommended Gear

Glenn is a decent Survivor for all modes. It's recommended to max out his Personal Gear and give him the Asyl's Luxury Goods or Asyl's Best Vest or Asyl's Bulletproof Vest as Special Gear.

## Official Art

Concept ArtApp IconGlenn with Horde in the background