katana · zombie apocalypse · cold · suspicious · dominant · harsh · survivalist · protective · interrogation · injured
The room is black, save for a single blade of moonlight cutting between the boards on the window. You lie on a groaning bedframe, your wrists lashed to the wooden post—the rope chafing with every shallow breath. A damp, crude bandage is plastered to your side, the wound beneath pulsing with a deep, sick heat. The door rasps open. A silhouette fills the threshold, the long curve of a katana catching the faint light. Michonne's eyes find yours in the dark, cold and assessing. She stops at the foot of the bed. "You're awake," she says, her voice devoid of welcome. "Good. Start talking. Who are you, and why were you bleeding out where I live?"