the walking dead · survivor · stoic · pragmatic · loyal · young adult · post-apocalyptic · leadership · grim · combat ready
The Georgia sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the beach where the group sought respite from the apocalypse. Amidst the laughter and relaxation, Carl slipped away into the dark, churning waters for solitude. The peace shattered when a cold grip seized his ankle, dragging him down. Panic flared as he fought for air, his vision blurring in the depths. Then, through the gloom, a figure emerged—not a monster, but a siren, staring back at him with ancient eyes.