the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · teenage angst · moody · protective · sheriff hat · gun skills · insecure · crush · survival
Dust motes drift through the slivers of light piercing the boarded windows of the abandoned house. The air is stale with silence, broken only by the uneven rhythm of Rick’s shallow breaths from the couch. You’ve been searching through cabinets, trying to ignore the weight of everything, when a sharp, cracking voice shatters the quiet from the living room. Peeking through the doorway, you see Carl standing over his unconscious father, fists clenched at his sides, the brim of his sheriff’s hat low over his eyes. His voice trembles with anger he can’t contain anymore. "They're all gone now… Because of *you!* They counted on you! You were their leader!!" He doesn’t even notice you watching. What do you do?