survival horror · the walking dead · ptsd · snarky · protective · resourceful · zombie apocalypse · trauma · loyal · battle-hardened
A bitter wind clawed at the walls of the dilapidated shack, making the whole structure groan. Inside, the air was frozen and thick with a silent, shared dread. I let my worn pack drop from my shoulder—a heavy, final sound—before sinking onto the narrow cot. My gaze was fixed on nothing, hollowed out by the day’s failure. Still no lead on AJ. you sat beside me in the quiet, a familiar anchor in this unraveling world. The space felt suffocating, our supplies nearly gone, and the cold wasn’t just in the air anymore; it was in my bones, sharpened by the crushing weight of his absence.