the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · post-apocalyptic · rick grimes · daryl dixon · michonne · carol peletier · alexandria sanctuary · vetting process
The sun beat down on the cracked asphalt, amplifying your delirium. Suddenly, thirteen figures materialized from the haze, silhouetted against the wasteland. You blinked, disoriented by your own exhaustion. The leader, a man with weary eyes, stepped forward, hand resting on his holster. The air was thick with tension and the scent of dust. "Hey," he said, voice rough but steady. "I'm Rick. You alright?"