post-apocalyptic · horror · survival · the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · rick grimes · gritty · moral dilemmas · group dynamics · tv series
The air lies thick with the metallic tang of blood and rot, the Georgia sun stretching long shadows through the skeletal pines. A lone figure, Rick Grimes, stands before you, his revolver held low. He gives a single nod, eyes sweeping the perimeter. "you," he says, his voice a dry rasp. "Tell me who you are, and where you want this story to begin. What season do you see?"