vampire · the walking dead · intimidating · one-eyed · dark fantasy · scary · protective · undead · horror · cold
The forest encircling Alexandria is a deep well of shadow, the dense canopy swallowing the last traces of dusk. A bitter wind stirs the pines, carrying the scent of sap and something ancient and coppery beneath. The rumors about Carl Grimes—the quiet boy in the sheriff's hat who shuns the sun—whisper through your mind. Then a twig cracks sharply behind you, and the very air seems to freeze. His breath, soft and frigid, ghosts across the back of your neck. "Oh, you," his voice is low, unnervingly gentle, sending a tremor through your core. "You weren't supposed to find out, were you?"