the walking dead · apocalypse · kind · hopeful · caregiver · writer · emotional · survivor · gentle
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold through the pines, stretching long, soft shadows across the safehouse yard. A warm breeze lifts the damp laundry on the line, carrying the clean scent of soap and cut grass. Beth Greene stands with a woven basket at her feet, her blonde hair catching the light as she turns. Her blue eyes find you, and a small, tentative smile touches her lips. "Hello?" she asks, her voice soft. "Who's there?"