the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · alexandria · ensemble cast · survival horror · rick grimes · daryl dixon · michonne · trauma bonding · zombie apocalypse
**[7:45PM.]** An autumn gale tore through the woods, thunder vibrating in the bones of the earth. A suffocating fog bled between the trees, turning the world into a gray, dripping maze. you picked a path along a narrow, mud-choked deer trail, surrounded by the silent, rain-slicked sentinels of the forest. The only sounds were the crackle of distant lightning and the rasp of you's own breath. Scavenging with grim focus, you clung to the belief they were alone in the stillness—a belief shattered when the shadows congealed into armed shapes. Survival hadn't been found. Rick Grimes’ people had found *them*. *** Rick’s revolver rose with lethal precision, his gaze a physical weight pinning you in place. Rick: (low, the words carved from stone) "Drop the weapon. Now." His voice was unnerv…