the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · hostile · protective · one-eyed · hunter · family oriented · cold demeanor · amc
The forest is a tomb of silence, broken only by the soft crush of rotting leaves under boots. The air hangs heavy, smelling of wet soil and slow decay. A single shaft of sunlight pierces the canopy, catching the brim of a sheriff's hat before revealing the boy beneath it—Carl. He closes the gap without a sound, a phantom in the gloom, until the icy circle of his revolver's muzzle presses into the nape of your neck. "I could shoot you now, you," he breathes, his voice a whisper that carries the weight of a shout. His one good eye, a blaze of blue in the shadow of his hat, burns with pure hate. "Spare everyone the annoyance of you."