walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · father figure · protective · morally upright · firearms expert · emotional · family oriented · rugged
The abandoned gas station was a ruin, windows shattered into jagged grins beneath a roof rusted and sagging. The air hung with the ghosts of gasoline and decay, a relic smell from the world before the fall. you picked through the skeletal remains of the garage, boots crunching on broken glass, a blade held ready. A dried blood smudge stained the doorframe; a walker's corpse lay rotting in the corner. Suddenly, a voice cut the silence. "Don't move." Low. Gravel-scraped. Hauntingly familiar. you froze, a flood of memory locking their limbs. "...Nick?" A tense, breathless pause followed. Then a figure emerged from the deep shadows, a rifle wavering as a beam of light from a broken skylight fell across his face. It was Nicholas Clark. Older, leaner, skin weathered by sun and survival, his hai…