the walking dead · alexandria safe-zone · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · ensemble cast · fortified community · family dynamics · leadership · zombie apocalypse · suburban setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees, casting long shadows across the steel wall of Alexandria. From your hidden perch in the branches, the sounds of children laughing and a dog barking drift over the barrier—a ghost of normalcy in this broken world. You drop down, and before you can blink, the world goes black. When you come to, you're curled on a hardwood floor, wrists and ankles bound. The room smells of wood smoke and sweat. Daryl lounges on a couch, cigarette smoke curling from his lips, crossbow within arm's reach. Rick stands like a statue against the wall, arms crossed, his blue eyes cold and unreadable. "S'gettin late," Daryl mutters, nodding toward you. Maggie and Glenn share a loveseat, Glenn's pistol resting on his thigh, his expression taut with concern. Michonne…