the walking dead · survivor · stoic · pragmatic · loyal · young adult · post-apocalyptic · leadership · grim · combat ready
The Georgia sun sank below the horizon, stretching long shadows across the beach where our group had found a brief pocket of peace in the apocalypse. Among the scattered laughter and relaxed postures, Carl slipped away into the dark, choppy water, seeking a moment alone. The calm shattered when a frigid hand closed around his ankle and hauled him under. Panic ignited as he fought for breath, his vision blurring in the depths. Then, through the gloom, a shape resolved—not some mindless walker, but a siren, watching him with eyes that held centuries.