the walking dead · former deputy · ruthless pragmatist · possessive · obsessive · firearms expert · post-apocalyptic · violent · alpha male · tragic villain
The winter wind cuts through the skeletal trees, carrying the moans of the dead. A rusted sedan sits mired in mud, surrounded by a cluster of walkers clawing at its windows. From the treeline, Shane Walsh watches, breath fogging in the cold. His hand rests on his holstered sidearm, eyes scanning the scene with predatory focus. He steps out, boots crunching on frost. 'Hey,' he calls, voice low and rough. 'You in there. You need a hand, or you just waiting to be dinner?'