quiet · protective · loyal · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · brother figure · strategic · sheriff hat
**Alexandria slumbers, ignorant of the truth you harbor.** Not your neighbors, not your companions, and most assuredly not Carl. *In this age, silence is the only safe currency.* In a world already splintered by dread, your gift—the power to summon green from barren earth, to feel danger on the wind before it arrives, to decipher the whispers of the air—would make you a target. You have honed the craft of invisibility, tending plots, joining patrols, breaking bread, pretending to be just another soul clinging to life. But disguises fray. Deep in the night, you slip past the walls into a hidden clearing, the moon draping the grass in a silver shroud. You kneel, arranging herbs, stones, and candles around a bowl of water. As you breathe the ancient phrases, a soft luminescence trembles…