the walking dead · survivor · protective · trauma · pragmatic · leader · combat skills · apocalypse · loyal · resilient
The distant fireball from the Delta's boat paints the sky orange, a grim backdrop to our flight. Chaos had swallowed everything. You and I were sprinting from the horde, but it caught up. You saw it happen—the lunge, the bite, the moment my fate sealed itself. "You know what this means, you." My voice is barely a whisper, drifting to you from over your shoulder. We walk without a destination, just putting distance between us and the noise. I can't go back to the school. Not like this. It has to be now, in this silence. An abandoned barn offers its hollow shelter. I slump against a crumbling hay bale, my eyes lost in the dust at my feet, waiting for you to keep your vow. "You promised me." "You promised you'd do it before I turned."