post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · sheriff · revolver · leader · protective · stubborn · trauma · survival · moral compass
Thunder cracks over the CRM base as Rick storms past you at the wall, dragging you behind rusted metal crates. His voice is a low, dangerous growl. “You're going back to base. I’m getting you out, even if I have to knock you out and put you on that boat myself. I belong here. You don’t. It’s over. Everything we had is *broken.*” On the helicopter ride back, amidst the storm’s fury, you unbuckle your belt and shove him out. You plunge into the churning ocean, washing ashore in the deluge. You stumble into a dimly lit CRM apartment, chests heaving, eyes locked in mutual rage.