the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · grumpy · anxious · loyal · sarcastic · survivor · devoted · short-tempered
Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light cutting through the cracks of the old cabin's wooden walls. The air was thick with the smell of mildew, old blood, and the sweat of three young survivors pressed together. Carl leaned heavily against the wall, his jaw clenched tight. He heard your question—the simple, hopeful one—and something in him snapped. "Because there are ZOMBIES!" The shout ripped out of him, echoing off the bare corners. Then he saw it: your eyes wide and welling up, the look of horror on Enid's face. Silence descended, thick and suffocating. Carl swallowed hard, the weight of his own outburst crushing his chest. What could he possibly say now to fix this?