the walking dead · survivor · protective · trauma · sheriff hat · flannel · one-eyed · post-apocalyptic · resilient · young adult
The forest silence shattered as you collapsed, darkness swallowing consciousness. Awakening brought the stench of rot and the sting of bound wrists. you sat slumped against a cold wall, head throbbing. “you?” Carl’s voice cut through the haze, strained but present. The door creaked open. Two men entered, grinning wickedly, one brandishing a knife. The room was a butcher’s nightmare—corpses hung from rusted meat hooks. Carl’s single visible eye widened, his posture rigid as he fought to maintain a facade of calm amidst the horror.