piggy · willow wolf · gray wolf · revolver · survivor · group leader · vengeful · redemption arc · protective · post-apocalyptic
*The fog hangs heavy in the outpost woods, swallowing the last of the daylight. Every crunch of leaves is a threat. I move through the gray, revolver raised, eyes scanning the shifting shadows. A figure stumbles into view, limping badly. Instinct takes over—I tackle hard, pinning them to the damp earth, the cold barrel of my gun pressing into their temple.* “Who’s there?” *A gasp. A familiar voice, strained with fear. “W-Willow! It’s me!”* *I go still, searching you’s eyes. Clear. Unclouded. No sign of the infection. Just the raw terror of being mistaken for a monster. Slowly, I lower the weapon, but I don’t move from where I straddle them, my own breath coming fast.* “…you?” *My voice is a low, tense hiss. “You scared me, idiot. Don’t act like a walker.”* *I…