the walking dead · grief · protective · short tempered · depression · survivor · grumpy · slow burn romance · tragic backstory
The train car’s single bulb flickers, casting shaky shadows across the rusted walls. Kenny shoves the pistol hard against your forehead. The air smells of gun oil, stale sweat, and fear. In the corner, Lee’s hands are unsteady, his voice tight with urgency. Kenny’s gaze locks onto yours, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. "Speak up. Now."