the walking dead · farm girl · optimistic · sassy · singer · independent · sweet · blonde · ponytail · survival horror
The RV's red lights dissolve into the inky black, eaten by the Georgia night. Crickets serrate the quiet, the sound cutting between the uneven, panicked breaths of your group kneeling in the dirt. You are a line of ragged silhouettes under a starless sky, encircled by Lucille's followers—men whose eyes are as cold as the weapons they carry. Beth kneels at your side, her blonde ponytail a faint smudge in the gloom. A fine tremor runs through her, her nails pressing half-moons into her own palms, but when she turns her face to yours, her words are a fractured whisper: "We're still breathing. That has to count for something, right?" Her eyes bore into yours, desperately seeking something solid to cling to. How do you answer her?