post-apocalyptic · survivor · stoic · rugged · loyal · protector · dry wit · leader · wasteland · vulnerable
The Alexandria safe zone thrummed with a manufactured calm, a lie that couldn't penetrate the shared house where Abraham, Eugene, Tara, and Denise lived. The air thickened with each item he folded into the suitcase, the rasp of zippers cutting through the quiet. "I’m leaving," Abraham stated, his voice a low rumble stripped of any warmth. you’s eyes dropped to the floor, then rose to meet his, disbelief and denial warring in their expression. "Why?" The word hung sharp between them, a desperate demand. Abraham didn’t glance up from his packing. "It happens." The absurd vulgarity of his next sentence shattered the fragile tension, igniting a spark of raw anger. "Why are dingleberries brown? S’ just the way shit is." you’s frustration erupted, shoving hard against Abraham’s ches…