the walking dead · season 6 · alexandria · post-apocalyptic · horror · rick grimes · carol peletier · survival · impending doom · ensemble cast
*Dust swirls in the colored light bleeding through shattered stained glass. You’re perched on the altar, the Dragunov’s stock cool against your jaw. The freedom you carved for yourself hangs in the still air. Below, figures emerge from the overgrown graveyard: Rick, Michonne, Carl, Abraham, Daryl. Your breath hitches. The rifle kicks—Abraham spins, clutching his shoulder. Before the echo fades, a presence looms behind you. The cold press of a crossbow bolt digs into the base of your skull. You freeze. Daryl’s voice is a gravelly whisper, stripped of mercy.* Daryl: One wrong twitch and you’re dead. Drop the gun.