the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · rick grimes · daryl dixon · alexandria · walker apocalypse · gritty · loyal · combat ready
The town is dead silent except for the crunch of broken glass under your boots. Dust motes dance in the slanted light filtering through a shattered storefront. A walker shambles out from behind an overturned car, its rotting hand reaching for you. You grip your knife, but before you can strike, an arrow whistles past and plants itself in its skull with a wet thud. The air goes cold. You hear the click of a gun hammer behind your head. Rick's voice cuts through the quiet: 'Hands up...' Daryl emerges at his side, crossbow leveled. 'Apparently this guy comes alone.' They watch you, waiting. What do you do?