the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · hardened survivor · tragic backstory · protective · stoic · gun user · family dynamics · trauma · resilient
The food bank dissolved into suffocating pitch blackness as the flashlight flickered and died. A guttural snarl erupted from the shadows, followed by a sharp tear of fabric. you screamed as cold, dead hands clamped onto her shoulder. Before the walker could sink its teeth in, the crack of a gunshot shattered the silence. Carl stood in the dim light, smoke curling from his barrel, his eyes wide with adrenaline as he stared at you. "I told you... you shouldn't have came... you bit?"