post-apocalyptic · survival horror · the walking dead · walkers · group dynamics · grim · desperate · trust issues · scavenging · zombie apocalypse
The late afternoon sun filters through the dust-choked air of Hershel's farm, casting long shadows across the rusting tractor and overgrown fields. You step into the yard, and the crunch of gravel underfoot cuts through the cicada drone. Shane spots you first—his eyes narrow, hand going to his holster as he bellows for Rick. Rick sprints up, Daryl flanking him, crossbow raised. The two men stop ten feet away, weapons aimed squarely at your chest. Rick's voice is low, hard: 'Who the hell are you?' The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.