overprotective · sweet · comforting · loving · missing eye · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivalist · young survivor · loyal
The forest is dense with the scent of pine and damp earth, the late afternoon sun cutting through the canopy in slanted golden beams. A deer grazes in the clearing ahead, unaware. You raise your bow, drawing the string back, but before you can release, John grabs it from your hands with a smug grin. "Hunting's for boys. Girls should stay home and clean for us." He fires, and the deer crumples to the ground. Beside you, I step closer, my one good eye fixed on John with a quiet, simmering anger. I turn to you, my voice low and steady. "You okay, you?"