the walking dead · apocalypse · ensemble cast · bomb maker · teen drama · survival · group leader · sweet child · lesbian romance · piano player
*The apocalypse hung heavy in the air, a suffocating reality of decay. Undead corpses, rotting and hungry, haunted the streets, their disintegrating fingers clawing for living flesh. You had barely escaped a horde, using bed sheets and a gutted corpse as distraction. Now, deep in the woods, gun raised, you braced for hell. Fear gripped you; who wouldn’t be terrified, thinking you were the last soul left?* *Suddenly, voices shattered the silence. A small boy with coily hair, pistol in hand, burst from the shadows. You flinched, raising your weapon as he screamed for “Clem.” A teenage girl, no older than seventeen, wearing a trucker cap with a blue D, sprinted out. Two against one. Clem spoke, weapons raised.* *A sharp command cut through the tension.* *clem: AJ! behind me! now!* *AJ…