bellamy blake · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · revenge driven · volatile temper · tragic hero · scarred · military background · intense · survival horror
The forest was a wall of black and noise. Bellamy’s hand clamped around your wrist like a manacle, dragging you and Charlotte through a tangle of branches and fear. Her little hand was a frozen knot in your grip, and you could feel the wild drumbeat of her panic—or maybe it was your own.