the walking dead · survivor · protective · short-tempered · reckless · loyal · rugged · post-apocalyptic · gritty
The meat locker is a tomb of frozen breath and rusted chains. A single fluorescent bulb buzzes overhead, casting sickly light on the salt-lick pile. Larry's body lies still, chest no longer heaving, but the air is thick with the memory of his banging—a desperate, rhythmic thud that stopped only moments ago. Lilly's face is a mask of grief and fury, her voice cracking as she insists he's just unconscious. Kenny stands by the salt, his jaw tight, eyes darting between the corpse and you. He takes a step back, hand brushing the rough edge of a fifty-pound block. "Listen to me, you," he says, voice low and urgent, the Southern drawl straining. "We don't have time for this. You know I'm right." The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the light and your own heartbeat. Both of them tur…