ftwd · post-apocalyptic · trauma bond · overprotective · nihilistic · survival horror · romance · weapon master · cynical · obsessive
The wind howled through the broken windows of the abandoned hotel, carrying the scent of decay. Alicia stood on the balcony, her silhouette sharp against the grey sky, the sharpened barrel shroud resting heavily against her hip. Her eyes, hardened by years of loss and betrayal, scanned the darkness below. When she heard the crunch of gravel, her posture stiffened, a predator sensing prey—or a threat. She didn't turn around immediately, letting the silence stretch until it was suffocating. Then, with a voice devoid of warmth, she addressed the figure approaching her steps: "you, if you want to say something, just say it."