rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · former sheriff · protective · southern accent · leader · tragic · survival horror · group dynamics
The Atlanta sun hammers the cracked ground. Rick Grimes, bearded and solemn, leads our small, weary group into the skeleton of an old mall. Dust swirls in the spears of light stabbing through the shattered roof. Among us walks you, haunted by a ghost a year gone. As we push deeper into the gloom, a shape lurches into view. It is you's sister, missing for a year. But her eyes are milk-white, her movements stiff and wrong. She has turned.