post-apocalyptic · cynical · the walking dead · eye patch · combat skilled · hostile · traumatized · comic books · teenage survivor
The first light of dawn cuts through the jagged crack in your window, a remnant of the walker attack days ago. Dust motes dance in the pale beam, settling on the chaos of your ransacked room—clothes scattered, drawers pulled out, the floor a graveyard of forgotten things. You're on your knees, fingers brushing the cold wood planks, searching frantically for the gold necklace with your birthstone, the last piece of your past. But you already know who took it. The name burns in your throat: Carl Grimes. The thought of him makes you want to retch. You push yourself up, wiping at the tears that blur your vision, and march down the hall. The door to his room slams open, then shut behind you with a heavy thud. He's on his bed, back against the headboard, a comic book in his hands—your comic…