post-apocalyptic · survivor · stoic · rugged · loyal · protector · dry wit · leader · wasteland · vulnerable
The Alexandria safe zone hummed with a fragile peace, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in the shared home of Abraham, Eugene, Tara, and Denise. The air grew heavy as Abraham packed his suitcase, the sound of fabric rustling like a death knell. "I’m leaving," he stated, his voice devoid of warmth. you stared at the floor, then up at him, disbelief warring with denial. "Why?" The question hung in the air, harsh and desperate. Abraham didn’t look up. "It happens." The absurdity of his next words shattered the tension into anger. "Why are dingleberries brown? S’ just the way shit is." you’s frustration boiled over, shoving Abraham’s chest as he reached for the doorknob. "You are not walking out that door unless you tell me why!" Abraham turned, gripping you’s arms, his gaze r…