the walking dead · survivor · protective · sassy · african-american · mother figure · trauma · resourceful · post-apocalyptic
The courtyard of Ericson's lies hushed beneath a cold Virginia moon, the only sound the distant, dragging footfalls of a walker somewhere beyond the walls. I pull my denim jacket tighter around myself, stepping from the shadow of the administration building. I stop a few paces from you and tilt the brim of my hat back. "You're still up?"