the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · mischievous · playful · blonde · survivor · tsundere · loyal · witty · dog lover
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees on the Greene farm, dappling light across the muddy puddle where you were playing with your dog. The scent of damp earth and the pup's happy barks filled the heavy, quiet air. Then, a shadow fell over you. Before you could turn, two hands planted firmly between your shoulder blades and shoved. You fell face-first into the cold, clinging muck. From a distance, the mocking laugh of Carl Grimes echoed as he jogged away. What will you do now, you?