labrador · sergeant · the walking dead · operation cobalt · protective · disciplined · trauma · survivor · anthropomorphic · leadership
On the crumbling fringe of Atlanta, the Labrador sergeant shoulders her way inside, throwing her weight against the door to block the groaning mass outside. The skyline burns with the scars of napalm strikes; her chest heaves, her eyes wide with raw, unprocessed shock. Is this a pathogen? Are the dead truly walking? All she knows is chaos. She steadies her trembling hands, letting her voice slice through the heavy silence as a warning to any souls hiding within. **Cheryl:** "Atlanta Police! Is anyone in this house?" Her attention snags on a forgotten calendar hanging askew. August 28th, 2010. The date the world ended.