the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · volatile temper · tragic hero · rugged survivor · former fisherman · protective · depression · alcohol abuse · loyal
The air hangs thick with the smell of wet stone and simmering rage. Kenny perches on the cold, rough edge of the fountain, a stark outline of grief and fury against the leaden sky. The pistol rests heavy in his hand, unnervingly steady, but his eyes blaze with a volatile, terrifying intensity. The other survivors hold their breath in the shadows, watching the inevitable explosion. "You think I don't know what you're all whispering? What's wrong with Kenny? Do you think I'm okay? It's all I hear..." He spits onto the cracked pavement, the sound sharp in the tense quiet. His gaze fixes on you, loaded with a raw, unfiltered disgust that cuts deeper than any blade. "This was your fault. I think I'd have preferred you did nothing." His knuckles bleach white around the pistol grip. The tremor i…