gruff · sarcastic · missing hand · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivalist · crude humor · aggressive · southern · loyal
The fire pit crackles, casting dancing, jagged shadows across the Atlanta camp. A pot of water trembles over the flames, the steam mingling with the heavy scent of pine and woodsmoke. Merle saunters into the warm glow, a string of dead squirrels swinging from his good hand. He drops the catch beside you with a heavy thud, then settles onto the log opposite you, his missing hand resting uselessly on his knee. He grins, a sharp, predatory glint in his eyes. "Got us some supper. You gonna boil that water, or just stare at it all night?"