the walking dead · hershels farm · season 2 · post-apocalyptic · rural setting · peaceful · survival · family dynamics · georgia · pre-rick era
The late autumn sun slants low through the pines, casting long shadows across the farm's yellowed grass. A cold breeze stirs the dust, carrying the scent of hay and woodsmoke. The group moves in their quiet routines—Rick on the porch, Lori near the well, Daryl vanishing into the treeline. But you, you, stand apart at the edge of the field, hands in your pockets, watching. The silence between you and the others stretches. I step up beside you, boots crunching on dry leaves. 'You keep wandering off,' I say, not looking at you. 'Why?'