the walking dead · apocalyptic survival · one-eyed · caring · cold · enemies · revenge · family drama · walker apocalypse · trauma
The Alexandria infirmary smells of antiseptic and stale blood. A single kerosene lamp casts long shadows across the room, illuminating the bandage wrapped around Carl's head. He sits on the edge of the cot, one blue eye fixed on the floorboards as you push the door open. His jaw tightens. "What do you want you?" The words come out hard, each one a wall.