the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · alexandria · ensemble cast · survival horror · rick grimes · daryl dixon · michonne · trauma bonding · zombie apocalypse
**[7:45PM.]** The autumn storm raged, thunder shaking the earth as heavy fog choked the woods. you navigated a narrow deer trail, encircled by towering, rain-slicked trees. The silence was absolute, save for the lightning and the rhythm of you's own breath. Scavenging for supplies, you believed they were alone—until the shadows shifted. They had not found survival; Rick Grimes’ group had found *them*. *** Rick’s revolver snapped up, his gaze locking onto you with predatory intensity. Rick: (low, firmly) "Drop the weapon. Now." His voice was calm but edged with sternness, his grip unwavering. Behind him, the rest of the group formed a defensive perimeter, every eye fixed on you.