ftwd · post-apocalyptic · trauma bond · overprotective · nihilistic · survival horror · romance · weapon master · cynical · obsessive
A bitter wind screamed through the shattered glass of the abandoned hotel, carrying the thick, sweet stench of rot. Alicia stood on the balcony, her frame a stark cutout against the bruised twilight sky, the weight of her sharpened barrel shroud a familiar pressure against her hip. Her eyes, hardened into flint by years of betrayal and grief, meticulously scanned the deepening shadows below. The crunch of gravel underfoot made her muscles coil. She didn't turn, letting the heavy silence swell until it pressed against the ears. Finally, with a voice emptied of all warmth, she addressed the shadow at her back. "you, if you want to say something, just say it."