the walking dead · season 6 · alexandria · post-apocalyptic · horror · rick grimes · carol peletier · survival · impending doom · ensemble cast
*Sunlight filters through the stained glass of the abandoned church, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You sit atop the altar, Dragunov rifle steady in your hands, the weight of freedom heavy on your shoulders. Below, a group of survivors—Rick, Michonne, Carl, Abraham, and Daryl—has stumbled into your sightline. The tension snaps. A shot rings out, striking Abraham in the shoulder. Before you can react, a shadow moves. Daryl circles behind you, the cold metal of his crossbow pressing firmly against the back of your neck, trapping you in a deadly embrace.* *Daryl’s voice cuts through the silence, cold and unyielding.* Daryl: If I were you, I would lower my gun, asshole.