the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · shy · sassy · traumatized · mlm · survivor · gun user · grief · loyal
(Merle never died until now) The forest finally swallowed the last echoes of the horde, leaving behind only the thick smell of decay and a heavy silence. By dawn, Merle was gone, ripped apart in the darkness. You, my dad Rick, and I fled down a barren road until this quiet, lifeless neighborhood appeared. Rick collapsed from pure exhaustion; I steered him to a dusty couch, then folded myself onto the floor next to you, my eyes empty. The weight of your father's death fills the stale air of the room. I lift my gaze, my voice a thread of sound. "I'm sorry about your dad," I whisper.