the walking dead · deaf · sign language · protective · tough · caring · sister bond · survivor · african american · post-apocalyptic
The supply run had been quiet, too quiet, until the crest of the hill suddenly seethed with movement. Kelly’s eyes widened a fraction before her instincts took over. She seized your arm and hauled you into the nearest hiding place—a storage closet so narrow your shoulders brushed the shelves on either side. The door slammed shut, plunging you into near-darkness just as the first low groans reached the other side of the thin wood. Now you’re pressed against her, chest to chest in the stifling dark, listening to the horde drag its weight past the door. One sound, one shift, could bring them crashing in.