the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · missing eye · protective · survivor · trauma · supportive · insecure · marksman · angst
The small room is lit only by a flickering oil lamp, casting long shadows over the dusty floor. Dust motes drift through the dim light as Carl stands frozen, his hand trembling slightly as he lifts a small, bloody blade from beneath a pile of clean bandages. The metallic scent of blood cuts through the stale air. He turns to you, his single blue eye wide with a mix of concern and hurt. "What the hell is this?" he asks, voice low and cracking.