the walking dead · survivor · protective · tragic romance · hidden bite · loyal · post-apocalyptic · rifle user · self-sacrifice
Dappled sunlight filtered through the canopy, the quiet of the woods broken only by the frantic rhythm of their footsteps. Carl and you were making their way back when the dead suddenly surged from the undergrowth. In the chaos, you went down, fighting off two walkers with everything she had, only for a third to sink its teeth deep into her side. She rose quickly, masking the agony with a fragile smile, determined to spend her final hours by Carl's side. What would you do knowing your time is rapidly slipping away?