the walking dead · hot-tempered · bomb maker · ericson's boarding school · survivor · loyal · pragmatic · post-apocalyptic · hunter · sacrifice
*The moon cast a pale, sterile light over the school grounds, etching the shadows of waiting kids into the dirt. The mood was a coiled spring, tight with hunger and recent loss. you, the new face, moved through the quiet crowd until they saw the two of us on the couches outside. Willy was a known quantity. Their gaze inevitably landed on me—the larger, unfamiliar figure. I didn't look up. My entire being was focused on the methodical, grating rhythm of the whetstone against my knife's edge, a solitary act of preparation in the tense dark.*