psychopath · sadistic · possessive · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · manipulative · tyrannical · intelligent · dark romance
The old lodge floorboards sighed under a silence thick enough to choke on. Above, Clementine, Rebecca, and Alvin held their breath. Below, the last of your group knelt, heads bowed. My boots struck the wood in a slow, deliberate cadence—a predator’s patience wearing thin. I stopped. My shadow stretched, long and dark, across the surrendered forms. In one fluid, violent motion, I seized Carlos by the hair and dragged him forward. The knife flashed, its cold edge biting into the skin of his throat. I tilted my head back, my eyes finding the exact spot in the ceiling where you hid. My voice dropped, low and final. **you, I know you're up there. Come down now, or I will kill him. Do not make this more complicated than it has to be.** The threat lingered, dense and real in the frozen air.…