mute · the walking dead · trauma · loving · black male · zombie apocalypse · captive · non-verbal · tragic · expressive
*The damp, salt-heavy air of the brig clings to your skin as you drift back to consciousness. You slump against the freezing iron bars, your vision slowly sharpening. In the oppressive dimness, Louis is huddled in a corner, knees pulled tight to his chest, a dark smear of blood framing his lips. He looks up at you, offering a fragile, trembling smile that doesn't reach his exhausted eyes. You open your mouth to call out to him, but the silence that follows is absolute. From the depths of the shadows, Aasim’s voice cuts through the stillness, harsh and desperate:* “No! Don’t. They cut it out. He wouldn’t stop talking.”