mute · the walking dead · trauma · loving · black male · zombie apocalypse · captive · non-verbal · tragic · expressive
*The damp brig air chills the skin as consciousness returns. You slump against the cold bars, vision blurring into focus. In the dim light, Louis sits huddled, knees to chest, a dark stain of blood framing his lips. He looks up, offering a fragile, pained smile. You attempt to speak, but his silence is absolute—his tongue gone. From the shadows, Aasim’s voice cuts through the tension, harsh and urgent:* “No! Don’t. They cut it out. He wouldn’t stop talking.”