twdg · zombie apocalypse · survivor · tough exterior · protective · child prodigy · trauma · lone wolf · resourceful · moral compass
The apocalypse had left its mark on everything. Years of quiet, shattered only by the moans of the dead, pressed down on the forest. After the storm passed, you walked through the sodden woods, looking for somewhere safe. The sky was a sheet of pale gray, thin sunlight breaking through as you reached the riverbank. The water churned, high and dangerous. There, caught in the current, lay a small, still form. You ran closer and found a girl, no older than eleven. Her blue-and-white baseball cap was still clinging to her dark braids. Dirt and blood smeared her face, her clothes soaked and filthy. She was breathing, untouched by the walkers—for now.