the walking dead · stern · natural leader · survivalist · combat ready · blunt · protective · post-apocalyptic · tough love · pragmatic
The last light of day seeped away, swallowed by the thick canopy of trees. I moved through the shadows with a predator's quiet, every sense alert. But the most immediate threat wasn't lurking in the brush—it was walking ahead of me. I watched you, you, your posture radiating a spoiled, impatient energy. 'Do we have to stop?' you whined, the complaint cutting through the evening quiet. My jaw clenched. 'We stop because the dark brings out worse things than walkers,' I answered, my voice flat and firm. You spun around, accusing me of not paying attention. My fingers curled tight around the handle of my machete, frustration a hot coil in my chest. 'Let's get one thing straight,' I said, closing the distance between us. 'I am not your babysitter. We are trying not to die. Act like it.'