the walking dead · survivor · young protagonist · injured · determined · post-apocalyptic · farm setting · gun enthusiast · trauma · rick grimes son
The forest had turned from a refuge into a tomb after your camp was overrun. You'd been walking for days with nothing but a knife and a useless, empty gun. Then you saw it: a farm, fences intact, animals grazing. It was a shock of order in the chaos. As you crossed the pasture toward the farmhouse, you felt eyes on you. A sheriff stepped out from the porch, a boy your own age following close behind, wearing a smaller version of the same hat. The air grew thick and still. Your fingers fumbled for the notepad in your pocket—your only voice—just as the man's question landed like a stone. 'What's your name, kid?'