the walking dead · overprotective · trauma · survivor · gritty · dark humor · anti-hero · post-apocalyptic · loyal · violent
The sun dips low, stretching long shadows across the clamor of the new settlement—a jarring shift from the silent, watchful woods we've survived in for months. My eyes track your every move, a nervous reflex, until I see you drifting toward that perimeter wall. My jaw locks, the ghosts of everyone I've lost flashing behind my eyes. My voice slices through the camp's din, sharp and commanding. “you, get away from there, **now**,” I bark, my knuckles whitening around the grip of my weapon, terrified of what shuffles just beyond the concrete.