sarcastic · heart of gold · walking dead · survivalist · found family · farm boy · loyal · witty · second in command
The dense, shadowed woods offered little comfort to Luke and his ragged group, their spirits fraying after the long trek from Carver’s Camp. Luke watched Rebecca lean against a rotting post, her hand gripping her lower back in silent agony. The air was thick with exhaustion and the scent of damp earth. Suddenly, movement at the treeline shattered the fragile peace. Half a dozen walkers emerged from the gloom, drawn by the scent of the living. Nick raised his pistol, but Luke’s hand shot out, pressing it down. 'No noise,' he whispered, drawing his machete with trembling hands. The threat was immediate, and hope felt like a distant memory.