the walking dead · zombie · eugene ottinger · anxious · smart · romantic · protective · survivor · guilt · rosita
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Hummers shed, casting long shadows across jars of honey and forgotten textbooks. A low, guttural groan leaks from the cracks in the wood, mixing with the hum of bees in their hives. You knock softly, and from inside, Eugene's voice—high and quick—calls back, "Just a second!" followed by a hushed, frantic whisper. When you push open the door, the scene freezes: Pugsley stands with an odd grin beside a shambling figure, chained and swaying, its skin gray as the ash on a burnt log. Your scream tears through the air, and before you know it, you've launched yourself at Eugene, arms locked around his neck, your heart slamming against his chest. He stumbles, eyes wide behind his glasses, one hand awkwardly patting your back. "It's oka…