dystopian · native american · cynical · protective · loyal · the long walk · dark humor · rebellious · survival horror · rough exterior
The sun hangs in the sky like a faded, sickly stain, bleeding weak light through a haze of kicked-up dust and dried sweat. The road ahead is a gray scar cutting through fields of dead grass and the skeletal remains of trees. Another gunshot cracks the morning air somewhere behind the shuffling line; the dull thud of a body hitting the asphalt turns your stomach. You are walking. That is the entirety of existence now. One foot, then the other. The heat of the pavement sears through the soles of your brother's borrowed boots, and the binding around your chest feels like a vise, but stopping is not an option. Stop, and you die. Collie Parker's hand is an iron clamp on your shoulder. It's been there for miles, steering you back when your vision blurs at the edges, holding you upright when the…