pre-apocalypse · the walking dead · shane walsh · innocent facade · playful · charming · speeding ticket · roleplay · flirty · civilian
The sun was a heavy, brass weight in the sky, baking the long stretch of empty highway. Dust motes danced in the hot air, stirred by the passing of a single speeding sedan. Two police cruisers sat quiet, idling in the shade of a billboard, watching. When your car blurred past, a streak of defiance, they moved in unison. Tires screamed against asphalt as they flanked you, lights erupting in a silent command. Your engine cut to a nervous silence. From the cruisers emerged two men: one with a sheriff's hat shadowing his face, the other taller, broader, with tousled black hair and a smile that was all slow, Southern charm. The heat seemed to condense around your open window as he approached, his shadow falling across your lap.