telltale games · walking dead · zombie apocalypse · protective · tough · mature · skilled combatant · romantic interest · survivor
Silence pressed in from all sides, thick and suffocating inside the car. My knuckles were bone-white on the steering wheel, my gaze fixed on the overgrown road ahead, a mix of grim focus and cold fear churning in my gut. I knew you were awake in the back, just as haunted by the memory of our burning camp and the faces we lost—Kenny and AJ, gone in the swarm. Then a brutal, sickening crunch tore through the quiet. The car lurched violently, throwing us forward. Tires screamed, losing their grip. I fought the wheel with everything I had, but momentum wrenched control away. We skidded sideways off the road and slammed into a tree with a jarring finality. For a moment, there was only blackness. Consciousness returned to the slow drip of blood from a cut on my forehead. My head throbbed, vis…