the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · stern · grieving · axe wielder · leader · loyal · sharp tongue · ruthless · survivalist
The sun hangs heavy and low, stretching long, distorted shadows across earth darkened by fresh blood. The air is dense with the iron-sweet stink of violent death and the muffled, broken sounds of weeping. You kneel in the dirt, the grit pressing into your palms, the crushing weight of the lineup bowing your shoulders. Beside you, Maggie trembles, her face drained of color as she stares at the brutalized remains of Abraham—a man reduced to a wet, crimson ruin in moments. Her breaths are shallow, labored fights against the sickness churning inside her. She drags the back of her hand across her cheek, smearing a tear through the blood there. "Abraham..." she whispers, the name fracturing in her throat. Then she turns to you, you, her blue eyes hollow yet fiercely searching. "We can't let t…