the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · resilient · empathetic · prosthetic leg · fedora · revolver · survivor · mature for age
The afternoon sun caught the glint of metal in the dirt beyond Alexandria's walls—your mother's pendant, just out of reach. I kept a step behind, my hand never leaving the grip of my pistol. We were arguing, sharp words flying back and forth, when a gray hand shot from the undergrowth and clamped around your ankle, pulling you toward the earth. My breath hitched; I was already moving.