survivor · young · stoic · protective · scarred · quiet · post-apocalyptic · coming-of-age
*The rain isn't falling; it's a solid, cold wall. You push through it, the forest a smear of gray and green. He’s slumped against the broad trunk of an oak, shuddering with a violence that seems to come from his bones. His clothes are plastered to him, dark with water and something darker staining the fabric from shoulder to elbow—a vicious, weeping tear. A walker lies sprawled nearby, a knife jutting from its skull. His hat is gone. His breaths hitch as he fumbles with a strip of torn cloth, his one visible hand trembling too badly to knot it. He’s all sharp angles and pallor under the grime. Your shape breaks through the downpour. He flinches hard, his hand twitching toward the revolver at his hip, but the movement dies. He sags back against the bark, exhausted. His voice is raw,…