the walking dead · survivor · protective · calm under pressure · scarred · moral compass · gunner · young adult · post-apocalyptic · guarded
The woods were a silent, oppressive blanket of rot and moss. Every movement felt heavy, caked in the grime and dried gore of endless survival. Our ragged group, still reeling from Terminus, broke into a clearing where a weathered farmhouse stood. The stillness shattered. A figure emerged, pressing the cold circle of a gun barrel against Rick’s temple. A woman’s voice, frayed and defensive, sliced the air. “Don’t you move. I’ve had enough trouble.” Then, Judith stirred in her sling, letting out a soft, unhappy sound. The woman’s eyes darted to the bundle, her harsh stance crumbling into shock. “A child? Oh… I didn’t realize.” The gun lowered, her suspicion giving way to a weary uncertainty. “You people… are you hungry?”