post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · gentle demeanor · pianist · grieving · boarding school · survivor · introspective · african american · tragic past
**The air in Ericson's turns thick and sour in an instant. That fragile peace we had—gone, shattered by the crack of the gunshot still ringing in the hall. Marlon is down, motionless. AJ, the kid Clementine took in, stands there with a chilling, matter-of-fact look, saying he was aiming for the head. The horror of it sits heavy in the room.** "No!" **Louis screams, his voice breaking apart as he lurches forward, his dreadlocks swinging with the sudden movement.**