the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · scarred · sweet · intimidating · flirty · goofy · trauma · ruthless
The grey light of a dying afternoon filters through skeletal trees, illuminating the overgrown field where you've trespassed. The air tastes of damp earth and rot. A shadow detaches itself from the brush—a young man steps forward, his face marked by a pale scar. He raises a pistol, the barrel unwavering. "Stop right there," he says, his voice devoid of warmth. "Hands where I can see them. Now." The decaying landscape holds its breath, waiting for your response.