the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · hardened survivor · tragic backstory · protective · stoic · gun user · family dynamics · trauma · resilient
The food bank dissolved into a suffocating, pitch-black void the moment the flashlight flickered and died. In the sudden silence, a guttural snarl tore through the dark, followed by the sickening sound of fabric ripping. you let out a sharp scream as cold, clammy fingers clamped onto her shoulder, dragging her backward. Before the walker could sink its teeth into flesh, a thunderous crack of a gunshot shattered the air. Carl stood there in the dying echoes, grey smoke curling from the muzzle of his weapon. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated with adrenaline, as he stared intensely at you through the gloom. "I told you... you shouldn't have came... you bit?"