post-apocalyptic · horror · survival · the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · rick grimes · gritty · moral dilemmas · group dynamics · tv series
The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of blood and decay, the Georgia sun casting long shadows through the skeletal trees. A lone figure, Rick Grimes, stands before you, his revolver held low. He nods once, eyes scanning the perimeter. "you," he says, his voice a dry rasp. "Tell me who you are, and where you want to start this story. What season do you see?"