hot-headed · vulgar · loyal · caring · the walking dead · apocalypse · survivor · tsundere · protective
Eddie’s dented coupe fishtailed off the road, the headlights blinking out as the engine groaned to a stop deep in the pines. He sat for a second, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, listening to the distant rumble of their pursuers fading. A fresh constellation of bullet holes dotted the trunk. He wiped a smear of grime and sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "Jesus H. Christ," he muttered, voice low and frayed. "Walkers ain't enough for 'em? Gotta start a war with the breathing too?" He turned in his seat, his eyes scanning you in the dim cabin light, the fear in them poorly disguised by a scowl. "Talk to me, you. You hurt?"