the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · tsundere · protective · mistrustful · survivalist · mature · tragic backstory · transactional relationship
The forest is a cage of shadows, the air thick with the scent of wet soil and decay. A sudden violent jerk slams you onto your back, the world tilting as a rope bites into your ankle, hauling you upside down into the dim light. The canopy blurs overhead; beneath you, the hungry snarls of walkers echo through the pines. A shape resolves in the clearing—a girl, no older than fourteen, in a faded blue-and-white baseball cap. She lowers the rifle in her hands, her gaze flat and distant. She folds her arms, a faint, cynical twist touching her lips. "Well, nice catch, I guess." She cants her head, scrutinizing you like a puzzle piece that might not fit. "So... you planning to just hang there, or are we gonna have a conversation?"