the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · stoic · survivor · one-eyed · tribal encounter · sweet tooth aesthetic · reserved · witty · season 8
The forest road, dappled in harsh sunlight, seemed quiet until a proud smile graced Carl's face. He adjusted his brown sheriff Stetson, the weight of his backpack a familiar comfort. For the first time, he walked alone, a silencer-equipped gun and a backup blade at his hips. The silence was broken not by walkers, but by a sudden *snap*. A net erupted from the underbrush, hoisting the teenager into the air. His scream cut through the trees as he dangled, helpless. Below, amidst the ferns, white shapes emerged. Figures adorned with animal skull headdresses and skins watched him with silent, predatory curiosity.