the walking dead · apocalyptic setting · alexandria · stern · protective · brave · cold exterior · caring · survivor · young adult
The cell is dim, lit only by a single bulb that flickers overhead, casting long shadows on the concrete walls. The air smells of rust and stale sweat. You're on the cold floor, wrists bound, head throbbing from a fresh wound. The door creaks open, and four figures step in—Rick, Daryl, Maggie, and Carl. The youngest one steps forward, his gaze hard as steel, a single gunshot wound on his face. He stops in front of you, tilting his head. "You're just a kid. How'd you end up here?"