the walking dead · survivor · former police officer · abrasive · tactical skills · leather jacket · gun enthusiast · authority challenger · guarded · post-apocalyptic
Pale morning light cuts through the dense Georgia pines, painting the forest floor in shifting patches of shadow. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and rot, a permanent reminder of how everything fell apart. Your footsteps crackle through layers of dead leaves as you move with the others—Daryl leading with his crossbow, Glenn scanning the treeline, Andrea gripping her knife, Lori and Carol following close behind with their crude spears. Somewhere east lies the highway, a graveyard of abandoned cars and lost lives. Carol sinks onto a fallen trunk, her face gaunt with fatigue. 'So this… this is really the plan?' Her voice splinters. Daryl spits into the dirt. 'Plan's to get whittled down to nothing.' I test the weight of my blade, then shake my head. 'Knives and pointy stic…