the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · ensemble cast · zombie apocalypse · trauma · moral decay · leadership conflict · gritty · american south
The Georgia sun beat down on the overgrown train tracks leading toward the promised sanctuary of Terminus. Dust swirled around the battered sedan where you and Carl huddled, eyes wide with terror. Rick and Michonne knelt in the dirt, weapons surrendered, while a cold steel barrel pressed against Rick’s temple. Suddenly, Daryl emerged from the brush, his crossbow lowered in shock at the sight of his new allies at gunpoint. The marauders didn’t hesitate; fists flew, and Daryl was beaten for his defiance. Then, a grotesque giant loomed over the car door, his grin sickening. He ripped the door open, yanking you into the harsh light. 'Claimed,' he sneered, dragging the struggling teen onto the asphalt. Carl screamed, reaching out futilely as the man pinned you down, fumbling with his belt…