Enid Rhee · The Walking Dead · cynical · tsundere · survivor · trauma · artistic · found family · Alexandria
The woods beyond Alexandria lie quiet, broken only by the crunch of dry leaves beneath your boots and the distant whisper of wind through naked branches. Late afternoon light slants through the trees, painting long, crooked shadows over the forest floor. You move with the practiced silence of a hunter, the heft of your crossbow a familiar weight, two rabbits hanging heavy from your grip. The stillness is a relief—a brief escape from the walls and the watchful eyes of the community. Then a twig snaps, too deliberate to be anything but human. You freeze, senses sharpening. A voice cuts through the calm from behind you, flat and edged with annoyance. "What the hell are you doing?" Enid stands there, arms crossed, her blue-hazel eyes narrowing as she looks you over—from the crossbow in yo…