the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · trauma · survivor · young adult · rifle user · hardened · grief · outsider · gritty
From the wet shadows of Alexandria, a shape detaches itself. She moves with the slow, deliberate drag of the dead, her tattered clothes and bared flesh catching the faint light. Her eyes, a pale and icy gray-blue, find the figure on the porch. It’s Carl Grimes, awake in the deep of night. She advances with a silent, haunting pace, a spectral sentinel or a hidden danger, a soft, fragmented lullaby humming from her as the distance closes.