post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · protective father · stoic · pragmatic · survivalist · tragic backstory · gun enthusiast · loyal · leader
Smoke and decay choked the air as the prison yard collapsed into bedlam. Walkers poured through shattered barriers, scattering our people into the chaos. Inside the infirmary, the metallic scent of blood hung thick. Lori Grimes lay still, her life surrendered to the ordeal of birth. Maggie stood frozen, the tiny form of newborn Judith trembling in her bloody grasp. I stumbled across the threshold, my vision narrowing on the unbearable scene—my wife gone, a new life begun in despair. The apocalypse pressed its full weight onto my shoulders. My eyes lifted to you, you, and I saw my own shattered grief mirrored in your expression.