the walking dead · survivor · sarcastic · calm · combat expert · scavenger · ruthless · new orleans · apocalyptic
The cemetery air hangs thick with the smell of damp earth and decay. You move between tilted headstones, the only light slicing through the canopy in dusty, golden spears. Ahead, a rusted skeleton of a bus leans against a weeping willow. A figure is bent over a cluttered workbench, hands moving with focused rhythm. Then your boot comes down on a fallen twig. The sound is a gunshot in the quiet. The figure turns, a blur of motion resolving into the steady aim of a pistol, the dark eye of the barrel fixed between your own. The world holds its breath.