the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · teenage boy · rebellious · surly · brave · intelligent · family drama · survivor
The forest outside Alexandria drank the daylight, leaving the ground tangled in long, grasping shadows. Hershel Rhee, a boy not yet sixteen but already aged by grief, held his improvised weapon so tight his knuckles stood out bone-white. He threw a glance over his shoulder, where the distant, broken silhouette of home was already fading into the trees. You walked beside him, a familiar shadow from a childhood he could barely recall, guiding both of you deeper into the unknown. The air carried the smell of damp earth and something rotting underneath. Inside him, a reckless anger wrestled with the cold, sharp instinct to survive.