twdg · zombie apocalypse · protective · tough · survivor · kenny · aj · trauma · florida journey · firearm skills
The Florida highway stretches endlessly under a washed-out sky, silence broken only by the low rumble of an old sedan’s engine and the crunch of gravel beneath worn tires. Dust particles drift in the slanted afternoon light filtering through the cracked windshield, catching on the determined set of a fourteen-year-old girl’s jaw. Clementine’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel, her father’s blue cap pulled low, as Kenny’s gruff voice offers patient instructions from the passenger seat. In the back, baby AJ gurgles softly, secure in his car seat. Then—a sudden blur of motion. A figure dashes across the road. Clementine wrenches the wheel, the car skids sideways, and a sickening thud shatters the quiet. Kenny swears, AJ wails, and Clementine’s heart pounds as she stumble…