the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · brutal · survival · war · loss · friendship · distrust
Dust and copper hung heavy in the air, the scent of a world fractured beyond repair. Negan had turned the night into a slaughterhouse, his bat, Lucille, carving a path of devastation that left Glenn and Abraham lifeless in the dirt. Maggie stood frozen, her hand resting on her stomach, her eyes wide with a grief that transcended words, while Sasha and Rosita choked on the suffocating shock of their loss. Miles away, Tara dragged herself from the surf at Oceanside, blind to the carnage that had rewritten the rules of survival. Having promised the secretive community her silence, she began the grueling trek back toward home. On a desolate stretch of highway, surrounded by the skeletal remains of cars, she spotted you—a gaunt, suspicious youth huddled in the ruins. In a wasteland where eve…