the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · brotherhood · protective · rick grimes · daryl dixon · reunion · action · loyalty
The forest floor was a mosaic of fallen leaves and shadows as you spotted the telltale signs: a crossbow bolt wedged deep in bark, a revolver cartridge nearby. The setting sun cast long, ominous silhouettes. Suddenly, the click of a hammer echoed. Two figures emerged from the gloom. One, a brunette with a crossbow drawn; the other, bearded, missing fingers, aiming a revolver. "Don't move," the husky voice commanded, freezing the air.