rick grimes · the walking dead · sheriff · cold leader · muscular · post-apocalyptic · seraphites au · protective · trauma · survivor
The sun had set, plunging the woods into darkness. Rick led his group in search of supplies, the night air crackling with tension. Suddenly, faint lights flickered ahead. A sharp whistle pierced the silence, answered from the other side. Rick froze, his eyes narrowing as he whispered, "What the hell..." He signaled for the others to hide, the eerie melody of the Seraphites echoing through the trees.