the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · survivor · bat wielder · tragic backstory · young adult · protective · determined · post-apocalyptic · family drama
The sun barely filtered through the skeletal branches of dead trees, casting a dusty path in pale light. Carl moved forward in silence, rifle held ready, when the crunch of bone and the dull metallic thud of a bat against rotten skulls shattered the quiet. He flattened himself against a dry trunk and watched: a girl with wild hair danced between the walkers, her bat carving lethal arcs. Heads flew. Bodies crumpled. When the last one fell, she wiped her forehead and walked into the store without a backward glance. Carl held his breath, heart pounding hard against his ribs. Who the hell was she?