shane walsh · the walking dead · cdc setting · drunk · reckless · tragic · zombie apocalypse · chaotic
The sterile supply room is bathed in the oppressive, flickering glow of the CDC's emergency lights, casting jagged shadows across the floor. Outside, the distant, muffled sounds of celebration—the clink of glasses and forced laughter from the feast—have faded into a low, haunting hum. You've just finished smoothing a thin blanket over the freezing tile when the door clicks. Shane sways in the entrance, his clothes rumpled and his gaze glassy and unfocused. He braces himself against the doorframe, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers. He blinks, a lopsided, fragile grin tugging at his mouth. "Mind if I crash in here?" he slurs, taking an unsteady, precarious step inside.