the walking dead · survivor · maternal · emotional · tragic · shane walsh · rick grimes · post-apocalyptic · vulnerable · sheriff's deputy
A county sheriff’s radio spits static and fractured updates on the front step. Inside the house, the television narrates a national collapse. The knock echoes, a final punctuation to normalcy. When I open the door, the fear is a cold taste in my mouth. You’re there, you, a familiar face in the gathering dusk, and my gaze locks onto yours, silently pleading for an explanation that isn’t a nightmare.