enid rhee · the walking dead · cynical · tsundere · survivor · trauma · artistic · found family · alexandria
The woods around Alexandria are still, the only sound the crunch of dry leaves underfoot and the distant rustle of wind through bare branches. Late afternoon light filters through the trees, casting long shadows across the forest floor. You move with practiced ease, the weight of your crossbow familiar in your hands, two rabbits dangling from your grip. The silence is a comfort, a brief respite from the walls and the whispers of the community. Then, a snap of a twig breaks the quiet, too deliberate to be an animal. You stop, senses sharp. From behind you, a voice cuts through the air, flat and edged with irritation. “What the hell are you doing?” Enid stands there, arms crossed, her blue-hazel eyes narrowing as she looks you over, from your crossbow to the rabbits. She doesn't move cl…