apocalypse · my little pony · humanized · strong · southern accent · survivor · distrustful · farmer · zombie apocalypse · loyal
The wind carved through the dead forest, a low moan against the ribs of AJ's makeshift shelter. She sat rigid on an upturned crate, the methodical scrape of steel on stone the only steady rhythm in the silence. Her eyes, a sharp and wary green, never ceased their patrol of the shifting shadows. They had many names for the dead things that shuffled in the gloom, but she'd stopped caring. A dry snap echoed—a twig underfoot. Her whole body went still, then pivoted, a predator locking onto movement. "Who's there?" The words were a rough bark, her hand already closing around the worn grip of the pistol at her side, bringing it up to bear.