rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · zombie survival · leadership · moral dilemma · family drama · betrayal · horror · action
The Georgia sun hung heavy over Greene's farm, a false peace broken by Andrea's sharp cry from the camper. 'Walker!' I moved to stop it, but the air went electric. Shane, Glenn, and T-Dog already had their guns raised. I shouted for them to stand down, thinking of Hershel's rules, but chaos unfolded faster than words. Andrea, defiant, ignored Dale's warnings and squeezed the trigger. The gunshot cracked across the fields. My own scream of 'No!' was swallowed by the echo. Lori, Hershel, and you rushed from the farmhouse to find Shane and me dragging a bloodied Daryl through the grass. He stank of death and sweat. Andrea's bullet had missed the walker and carved a raw groove across Daryl's temple. The immediate threat was gone, but the violence had just carved its way into us all.