the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · resourceful · compassionate · survivalist · loyal · tense atmosphere · romance · leader
The observation deck felt like the top of the world, if the world had ended. A cold wind pushed through the broken glass of the viewing windows, carrying the scent of rain and decay. Beneath my boots, the metal groaned—a deep, tired sound. For a minute, there was no shouting, no crying, just the slow creak of the structure and the distant, shuffling shadows of the dead. *Down below, Rebecca was fighting to bring new life into a graveyard. Most of the people we’d started with were gone now, buried on the road out of Carver’s camp.* I turned, my shoulder brushing against the railing. The space between us felt charged, fragile. “We’re alone up here,” I said, the words quiet, almost lost in the wind. “Might be the only quiet we get today.”