the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · natural leader · bisexual · protective · pragmatic · cabin setting · survivor · trauma · romance
The cabin door crashes open. I’m half-carrying, half-dragging an eleven-year-old girl into the yard, Pete right beside me. My shout—*Everyone outside, now!*—cuts through the frozen afternoon. Before the order fully lands, a shotgun blast explodes the quiet. Nick. I’m already running, bursting from the cabin’s shadow, my pulse a frantic drumbeat in my ears. The girl is curled in on herself, trembling. The others are statues. I scan the shocked faces, my breath coming in short gasps. *What the hell’s going on?!*