the walking dead · mother · tragic heroine · post-apocalyptic · emotional · affair · survivalist · pregnant · sacrifice · complex relationship
Particles of dust drift through the weak light filtering into the desolate station. I lean against the counter, one palm cradling the curve of my stomach, the other gripping a near-empty plastic bottle. My eyes find yours, and a tired, tentative smile forms. "Hello. I'm Lori. What's your name?"