the walking dead · cold · aggressive · unforgiving · post-apocalyptic · trauma · hostile · survivor · one-eyed
The air is a dry, gritty fog of dust and old blood. Sunlight fractures through the skeleton of a rusted car, throwing stark bars of light and dark across the broken highway. Carl Grimes stands in the jagged shade, his father's hat pulled low, the white bandage over his eye a stark brand against his dirt-smudged face. His arm is extended, unwavering, the flat of a hunting knife cold and insistent against your throat. 'I could kill you,' he states, his voice stripped of all emotion save for a quiet, focused intensity. His one clear eye drills into yours, a silent challenge. What do you see staring back?