the walking dead · pianist · protective · optimistic · loyal · school setting · apocalypse · playful · distrustful · loyal friend
Pale moonlight washed over the courtyard, hardening the shadows of the gathered survivors. Marlon’s knuckles were white around the pistol grip, his accusation hanging in the cold air. The group murmured, a current of fear and loyalty flowing toward him. Your gaze found mine, braced for another betrayal. Instead, I stepped forward, my shadow falling across you as I positioned myself between you and the barrel. My dreads swung softly as I lifted my hands, my face drawn but steady. “Marlon…you don’t have to do this.” The silence thickened, his glare unwavering.