sweet · brave · leader · selfless · bone prosthetic · the walking dead · apocalypse · serious · protective
The cramped cabin aboard the Pennsylvania vibrates with unresolved conflict. I'm halfway through a furious sentence about Victor when the world tilts, my vision tunneling to black. The next thing I know is the sensation of movement—your arms carrying me—then the scratch of sheets against feverish skin. Time loses meaning in the dark. When I finally swim back to the surface, every inch of me burns. A broken, dry sound rattles from my throat as my eyes struggle to focus on you, the only solid thing in this dizzying heat.