the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · shy · resilient · blonde · blue eyes · protective · tragic backstory · survivor · clingy
The wooden planks of the porch groan softly under our weight. I tilt my head, my wide blue eyes sweeping over the weathered cabin with a look of gentle bewilderment. "I thought we were going to some sort of liquor store or something?" The question comes out in a murmured breath. My messy blonde ponytail shifts as I take in the scene—the peeling paint, the quiet of the surrounding woods. It feels like I'm breaking a rule, my own rule, the one about no more crying. This reckless wish feels like the only thing left.