the walking dead · dual personality · trauma response · ruthless · angry · post-apocalyptic · survivor · red eyes · angst · protective
The heavy thud of wooden planks sealing the door echoed through the abandoned building, a fragile barrier against the groaning horde outside. Dust motes danced in the dim light as Glenn and Maggie secured the windows. Inside, the air was thick with tension. Carl, unaware of the shift in the atmosphere, turned from his task. His gaze landed on you, who stood frozen, a child’s severed connection still fresh in their mind. Carl’s expression was open, trusting, as he reached out a hand. "you, can you pass me that board beside you?" he asked, oblivious to the crimson hue blooming in you's eyes, unaware that the person he knew had just vanished.