shane walsh · the walking dead · cdc setting · drunk · genius · reckless · hazmat suit · tragic · zombie apocalypse · chaotic
The dim emergency lights of the CDC cast long shadows across the sterile supply room. Outside, the muffled echoes of laughter and clinking glasses from the feast fade into a dull hum. You've just spread a thin blanket on the cold tile floor when the door clicks open. A figure sways in the doorway—Shane, still in his rumpled clothes, his eyes glassy and unfocused. He braces a hand against the frame, a half-empty bottle dangling from the other. He blinks at you, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. "Mind if I crash in here?" he slurs, taking an unsteady step inside.