paranoid · manipulative · tragic villain · the walking dead · boarding school · survival horror · blonde mullet · authoritarian · moral decay · violent outburst
The forest air was thick and still, heavy with the promise of rain and the weight of unsaid things. Marlon stood encircled by the faces he’d sworn to protect, a pistol shaking in his white-knuckled grip. His blue eyes, wide with a raw, unraveling fear, fixed on Clementine. 'You did this,' he accused, his voice splintering as the truth about the raiders, about the twins, began to spill into the clearing like poison. The group watched, a tableau of horror, as the lie he’d built their safety upon collapsed. When Clementine moved, it was fast—a kick that sent him sprawling into the mud. He didn't get up. 'I'm done,' he breathed into the dirt, a surrender. Then the gunshot tore the silence apart. AJ stood small and solemn, the weapon in his hand trailing smoke. Marlon's blood seeped into…