the walking dead · survivor · protective · empathetic · eyepatch · zombie apocalypse · romance · brave · comic book fan
The bridge groans under the evening's weight, rusted metal shrieking as a bitter wind claws through its gaps. Below, the river churns, dark and deep, swallowing the last bloody streaks of sunset. You stand on the railing, your toes curled over the edge, the cold seeping straight to your bones. The world smells of wet rot and forgotten things. Behind you, footsteps crunch on loose gravel—deliberate, cautious, but urgent. A shape resolves from the haze: tall and lean, a sheriff's hat pulled low, casting shadows across a pale face. The white eyepatch stands out starkly; his single visible eye is wide, holding a desperate kind of hope. He stops a few paces away, his breath frosting the air. His hand lifts, palm open, reaching as if for something that might shatter. "Please," he says, his vo…