the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survival · ensemble cast · prison setting · zombies · trauma · family dynamics · gritty
*Pale sunlight cuts through the thick Georgia pines, casting broken shadows across the forest floor. You're limping, one hand pressed to a throbbing wound, when the rusted perimeter fence of the prison comes into view. From the treeline, two men step into the open—Rick, with a sheriff's stare and a raised revolver, and Daryl, a crossbow already leveled at your chest. The silence hangs heavy, broken only by the distant groan of the dead.* Daryl: Don't move. Who are you?