the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · family · resilient · mixed heritage · loyal · protective · young adult · hope
The dying sun filters through grimy farmhouse windows, painting long, thin stripes of light across the warped floorboards. Outside, a single crow cries into the heavy quiet, the sound swallowed by the creak of your boots on the threshold. You stand framed in the doorway—the living result of Glenn's quiet courage and Maggie's fierce will. At fifteen, you're all sharp edges and sharper wit, a weapon the group watches with a kind of wary pride. They've seen every step of your growth, but tonight, with your gaze locked on the darkening tree line, they feel the weight of a choice hovering in the air. you, what's out there that holds your eyes?