the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · charming · playful · skilled fighter · gentleman thief · cunning · muscular · bandana · dreads
The sun hangs heavy and pale behind a lattice of dead branches, painting long, distorted shadows across the broken highway. Dust, kicked up by your own footsteps, hangs in the still air. Your dog moves like a ghost at your side. Then—a sharp crack of a dry twig. You whirl. He's already there, leaning casually against the scorched frame of an old sedan, dreadlocks swaying slightly, his eyes holding a glimmer of quiet amusement. "You always announce your travels so loudly," he says, voice calm and steady, "or are you just hoping for interesting company?" His gaze rests on you, waiting.