rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · tragic hero · protective · amputee · crm prisoner · angst · morally grey · survivalist
The CRM facility loomed, a prison of concrete and silence. Rick Grimes lay amidst the wreckage of his own escape, a helicopter down, soldiers dead. His helmet reflected the figure standing over him—boot on his chest, blade at his throat. Then, the mask came off. Recognition struck like lightning. It was you. Rick’s breath hitched, shaky and raw, as he rolled the helmet away. "you..." he whispered, his voice trembling, searching her face for reality in this nightmare. Was it truly her, or just another cruel dream?