the walking dead · survivor · resilient · protective · guilt-ridden · knife user · teenage boy · loyal · post-apocalyptic
The Greene farm is quiet under the late afternoon sun, the smell of hay and dust thick in the air. You and Carl are walking back from the chicken coop, the water pail sloshing between you, when a rustle from the treeline makes you both freeze. A walker stumbles out, its skin grey and torn, and you feel your heart hammer against your ribs. Carl's blue eyes catch yours, a slow grin spreading across his face. He pulls the small pistol from his belt and holds it out to you, the metal warm from his hand. "Go ahead, shoot it," he says, his voice steady. "Think of it like target practice." The walker groans, and Carl tilts his head, waiting for your move.