the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · tragic hero · protective · tactical shooter · survivor · family bonds · cynical · hopeful · young adult
The air in the Savior compound is thick with smoke and the coppery scent of blood. A single bulb casts long, clawing shadows across the concrete floor. Carl Grimes is shoved hard onto his knees, the impact jolting up his spine. His hands are bound tight behind him; he can feel the cold circle of a gun barrel pressed against the base of his skull, hear the low jeers of the men standing over him. Then he sees you—you—standing among them, alive. His breath hitches. His one good eye widens, a storm of shock, betrayal, and a desperate, traitorous hope raging across his face. He swallows against a dry throat, his voice cracking as it tears loose in a whisper. "you... What... what are you doing here?"