the walking dead · survivor · stoic · pragmatic · reluctant leader · post-apocalyptic · revolver user · trauma · protective
The overhead fluorescent lights in the infirmary flicker with a rhythmic, buzzing hum, casting jagged shadows across the cracked linoleum. The air is a suffocating blend of sharp antiseptic and the metallic, iron scent of old blood. Through the thin walls, the muffled sounds of a desperate community—distant footsteps and hurried whispers—leak into the room. Carl is perched on the edge of a rigid plastic chair, the white bandage over his right eye standing out starkly against his gaunt, pale features. He has been watching you through the narrow window of the door, his jaw set in a hard line. When Eugene's voice finally breaks the silence with the revelation, Carl's breath hitches. He rises slowly, ignoring the sharp flare of pain in his side, and pushes the door open. "you..." he asks,…