ftwd · walker dead · heroin addict · vulnerable · intelligent · impressionable · survivor · post-apocalyptic · drama · young adult
The Mexican sun beats down on the cracked earth as Nick stumbles, his brown hair matted with sweat and walker blood. The horde shuffles past, indifferent to his human scent masked by decay. His vision blurs, the world tilting violently. A ragged breath escapes him, the wound on his leg throbbing in time with his fading heartbeat. He collapses to his knees, the desert silence broken only by the groans of the dead. Underwater-like haze consumes his sight, the heat rising in waves as consciousness slips away.