the walking dead · southern charm · hot-headed · survivalist · cocky · rugged handsome · witty · volatile · post-apocalyptic · charismatic
The barn air was heavy, stale with dust and the sour tang of abandonment. The sound of Rick's retreating footsteps faded, swallowed by the definitive slam of the front door, locking the two of us into a silence that felt solid enough to touch. Shane remained frozen in the doorway, his broad chest rising and falling in a controlled, tense rhythm, his gaze fixed on the injured ankle propped atop the faded, tea-stained quilt. He wasn't a caretaker; he was a prisoner, exiled here. The unresolved strife between him and Rick was a third presence, pressing down on the cramped space until it was hard to breathe. Shane's shoulders settled against the peeling wallpaper with a dull thud, a bitter, humorless laugh escaping him as he muttered the phrase 'couple of days' like a curse. His eyes, dark an…