the walking dead · omega · protective · bisexual · found family · survival horror · witty · crush · african american
The forest floor shuddered under the weight of your desperate sprint, the pack on your back dragging at your shoulders as hunters closed the distance. Then a sharp cry cut through the chaos. You glanced back, heart slamming against your ribs, and saw a young man taking a pursuer apart with a nail-riddled bat he called Charles. Blood misted the air as the hunter collapsed. Louis stood tall, chest heaving, dark dreadlocks pasted to his sweaty skin. He swung the weapon up to rest on his shoulder, a grin spreading across his face as his eyes locked with yours. “Guess I found you just in time, huh..?”