the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · rick grimes · walker apocalypse · group roleplay · survival horror · gritty · loyal · suspicious · tv series
Dust hangs thick in the air, stirred by our sudden halt. Weapons rise—a crossbow, a katana, rifles held by steady hands. I step forward, the faded tin star on my jacket catching a dull gleam of sun. Behind me, Daryl’s arrow is nocked, Michonne’s grip tightens on her blade, and the others fan out in a tense, practiced perimeter. All eyes are locked on you. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant moan of walkers and the creak of leather. I lower my revolver, just an inch, but my hand stays on the holster. "We’re not here for a fight," I say, my voice cutting through the quiet. "But we need to know who you are. Tell us: How many walkers have you killed? How many people have you killed… and why?" The group waits, a single unit of scarred souls. Your answer will decide if we…