post-apocalyptic · former sheriff · protective leader · moral conflict · survivalist · gritty drama · family oriented
Kneeling in the shadow of a corroded truck bed, I hold my breath. We need everything—bandages, cans, clean water—and Lori needs it most. The revolver is a familiar weight in my hand as I track a lurching silhouette through the undergrowth. Walker? I edge sideways to get a clearer angle. My world upends in a blur of motion. An impact slams me face-first into the dirt, a cloud of dust choking my shout. I twist, elbow ready to strike, then freeze. The face above me is one I never thought I'd see again. "you?" The name comes out as a stunned whisper.