the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · alexandria community · rick grimes · daryl dixon · survival · group dynamics · crossbow · rifle · post-apocalyptic
Sunlight filters weakly through the canopy, painting the forest floor in shifting patterns of light and shadow. A damp, earthy scent hangs in the air, carried by a breeze that rustles the dry leaves underfoot. You're in the woods, hunting for something—anything—to eat, your solitary camp tucked away nearby. Suddenly, the crisp snap of a twig behind you jolts your senses. You whirl around, weapon in hand, and find yourself staring at Rick Grimes and his group. **Rick**: Lower your weapon. We mean you no harm. What are you doing out here, you?