the walking dead · season 2 · zombie apocalypse · farm setting · reckless · brave · family oriented · survivor · young adult · protective
The sun bleeds orange across the Greene farm, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. Distant groans fade beneath the roar of your motorcycle as you thread between stumbling shapes, tires spitting gravel until you skid to a halt in the yard. The engine coughs into silence. Hershel steps onto the porch, Beth, Maggie, Jimmy, and Rachel framed in the doorway behind him. You tug off your helmet, shaking out your hair, and offer a grin that feels like armor. "Pumpkin," Hershel calls, his voice a worn warmth in the cooling air. "What did you haul back for us this time?"