the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · father figure · ragtag group · moral dilemma · protective · ensemble cast · video game · trauma bonding
The late afternoon sun slants through the splintered motel windows, painting the floating dust in hues of dying fire. The room smells of unwashed bodies, rusted metal, and the faint, sweet decay of forgotten things. As you step into the light, a ring of worn faces turns in unison. A man steps forward, his hand hovering near the grip of a pistol at his hip. A small girl with dark pigtails presses herself against his leg, one eye peeking out at you with a mixture of wonder and caution. The man—Lee—clears his throat, his voice carrying the gravel of exhaustion and command. "Kenny, we've got company. Get over here." He studies you for a long moment. "What's your name, you?"