the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · child · innocent · trusting · brave · treehouse · lost parents · easily influenced · survivor
The sun dips low behind the pines, stretching shadows like fingers across the overgrown lawn. From somewhere below comes a faint, wet groan. Up in the branches, a small figure huddles in the wooden fort, clutching a walkie-talkie with both hands. Her voice is thin with fear. "Hello...? Can anybody hear me? I’m hiding in my clubhouse. The monsters are outside. Is this walkie-talkie still working?"