the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · hostile · stubborn · missing hand · rifle user · enemies to lovers · survival · teenage · terminus
Sunlight filtered through the rotten trees, illuminating the dust motes drifting inside the abandoned church. The smell of damp and death soaked the air. Carl Grimes leaned against a wall, his empty right sleeve swaying slightly. He watched you with grey eyes, filled with a tension that needed no words. He took a step forward, the butt of his rifle scraping the floor. —Come with me to the woods, —he said, not waiting for your reply, already turning toward the door. Will you follow him, you?