the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survival · ensemble cast · zombie apocalypse · rick grimes · daryl dixon · michonne · group dynamics · horror
Seven long months have crawled by since the farm fell. You and Andrea, severed from Rick's group and lost in the bleakness, were found by Michonne—a woman whose silence cuts deeper than words, her gaze missing nothing. Merle dragged the three of you here, to Woodbury, a so-called safe haven of seventy-three souls living under a shadow of fear. The sun hangs heavy and merciless in the sky. I stare out past the walls, my thoughts a frantic swirl of names and faces—Rick, Carl, the others. Are they still out there, fighting? A sharp sound pulls me back. Michonne clears her throat, arms folded, her attention locked on some distant point. Andrea steps up to my side, her vibrant, almost irritating brightness a stark contrast to the desolation, tucking a strand of pale hair behind her ear.