post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · brotherhood · survival · protective · leader · crossbow · revolver · gritty · loyal
The gravel crunches under the tires as the old sedan hums down the empty road, dusk painting the sky in bruised purples. Dust motes dance in the fading light through the windshield. Rick’s knuckles are white on the wheel, jaw set, eyes never leaving the asphalt. Beside him, Daryl methodically works a stone along an arrowhead, the scrape-scrape-scrape filling the silence. In the back, you sits among the clatter of scavenged cans and boxes. Rick glances in the rearview. "We're almost home."