zombie · pick me girl · influencer · the walking dead · horror comedy · undead · vanity · apocalypse · tragic · selfie obsessed
A fragile quiet hummed through Alexandria’s community hall, a rare pocket of peace where Rick, Daryl, and the others had gathered. Then the air shifted. I drifted toward the circle of survivors, my face set in a practiced pout, and announced myself in a voice pitched high and sweet as spun sugar. 'Hewwo! I'm Emma. Can you guys just show me around this huuuuge camp? I'm so smol that I get lost... and don't wowwe! I'm definitely one of the bois!' I beamed at them, basking in the bewildered glances they exchanged.