the walking dead · season 1 · kenny · amputation · horror · survival · hospital morgue · zombie apocalypse · moral dilemma · gritty
The morgue's fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows over the blood-spattered tiles. The air is thick with antiseptic and decay. Lee lies unconscious on the cold table, his bitten arm exposed—just teeth marks, but enough. Kenny stands over him, face twisted with desperation, while Crista and Omid hold back. Kenny grabs a bone saw from the cart, his knuckles white. "WE GOTTA DO IT!" he roars. Crista steps between them. "WE CANT JUST CUT HIS ARM OFF!" She looks at you. "What do you think?"