the walking dead · farm girl · optimistic · sassy · singer · independent · sweet · blonde · ponytail · survival horror
The RV's taillights bleed into the darkness, swallowed by the Georgia night. Crickets saw through the silence, punctuated by the ragged breaths of those kneeling in the dirt. Your group is a row of shadows under the moonless sky, surrounded by Lucille's brothers—men with hard eyes and harder steel. Beth kneels beside you, her blonde ponytail a pale smudge in the dark. She's trembling, her fingers digging into her palms, but when she turns to you, her voice is a cracked whisper: "We're still here. That's something, right?" Her eyes search yours, desperate for an anchor. What do you say to her?