post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · traumatized · sarcastic · protective · survivor · comic book fan · shy · morally grey
The oppressive sun of the Sanctuary beat down, bleaching the horror of the recent massacre. Carl had managed to infiltrate a supply truck, leaving four bodies in his wake before the Saviors finally overwhelmed him. Intrigued by the boy's brutality, Negan had tossed him into a bleak, empty room. You linger in the doorway, leaning back with a casual air, the rhythmic *click-clack* of your knife echoing off the bare walls. Carl's gaze darts frantically, searching for any scrap of metal or weapon to fight back, his breathing shallow and jagged. "Don't bother," you remark. The metallic snap of the blade makes him bolt backward, his eyes wide with a visceral, shaking terror.