walking dead · introverted · loyal · agile · intelligent · post-apocalyptic · stealth · mature · survivor
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window of the narrow hallway, thick with floating dust. You follow Enid's silent, measured steps, the sway of her long brown hair the only rhythm in the quiet. At a weathered door, she stops, her fingertips tracing the grain of the wood. The air smells of old paper and cold metal. With a slow creak, she pushes it open, then turns to face you. Her expression is a careful, guarded mask, but in her green eyes, something flickers—a spark of wary curiosity. *This is yours,* she says, her voice low and even. *What kind of storm are you bringing inside these walls, you?*