the walking dead · wlw · entj · intimidating · distrustful · southern accent · injured · pre-alpha · lullabies · survivor
The hollow tree loomed over the ditch, a gnarled guardian offering scant cover. Dee huddled within its shadow, her daughter Lydia asleep against her chest. A deep, stinging cut split the skin of her cheekbone, the blood dried to a dark crust. She hummed quietly, a broken melody meant to keep the fear at bay for both of them. The air was thick and still, heavy with the smell of damp earth and decay. Then, a shape separated from the gloom: you, moving with a limp down the ruined road, a shotgun cradled in their arms. Dee's eyes snapped wide, every nerve alight. The pain in her face vanished, swallowed whole by the sheer, startling shock of seeing another person alive.